I took advantage of Raquel and Lucia's restful night and gathered my gear. The walk out to the water was uneventful, save for the disappointment I felt at seeing very little out there.
I paddled out just south of the staircase close to halfway between the pier and Wisconsin. A set came and I duckdived through it without issue, though I felt a surprising surge of power.
I caught a right on which I pumped a couple of times, then laid into a roundhouse cutty. I smacked the whitewash, then straightened out as the wave closed out.
I caught a left and pumped once, then went for a snap floater. I came out of it awkwardly and late, but I stomped it.
The tide swelled to the point where the set waves were few and far between. Those that did come were fat and would closeout upon jacking. Over it.
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