I started my walk early this morning, grabbing a Zucaritas (Frosted Flakes) "energy" bar. Once I finally reached Panga Drops, I continued on. I wanted to see why people were paddling out on the west side of the peak.
I realized it quickly. I'm not quite sure how it works, but I probably shaved 100 strokes off my previous count. All I could think of was that the lefts are less consistent than the rights and so I had fewer duckdives and less wave push to deal with.
I got out there and after about twenty minutes of perching, then slowly and incrementally paddling in, I caught a left. It was steep and I went up to the top of the shoulder and laid into one of the most traversing slashes I've ever done. The wave kept going, albeit a little fatter, and I tried to slam off the approaching section. I went flying over my board. In retrospect, with that ferocity, I should have tried an air.
I caught a right very late after someone outside of me pussed out at the last second. I got hung up on the lip, then avoided a near-pearl as I felt the tip of my nose submerge for an instant. I over-turned too far onto the shoulder. I took a second to appreciate how fast I was going, then dug into a strong roundhouse cutback. My plan was to bank off the foam and set up for the closeout section but I again went flying.
I felt the initial twinges of a belly rash forming so I went in.
I realized it quickly. I'm not quite sure how it works, but I probably shaved 100 strokes off my previous count. All I could think of was that the lefts are less consistent than the rights and so I had fewer duckdives and less wave push to deal with.
I got out there and after about twenty minutes of perching, then slowly and incrementally paddling in, I caught a left. It was steep and I went up to the top of the shoulder and laid into one of the most traversing slashes I've ever done. The wave kept going, albeit a little fatter, and I tried to slam off the approaching section. I went flying over my board. In retrospect, with that ferocity, I should have tried an air.
I caught a right very late after someone outside of me pussed out at the last second. I got hung up on the lip, then avoided a near-pearl as I felt the tip of my nose submerge for an instant. I over-turned too far onto the shoulder. I took a second to appreciate how fast I was going, then dug into a strong roundhouse cutback. My plan was to bank off the foam and set up for the closeout section but I again went flying.
I felt the initial twinges of a belly rash forming so I went in.
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