IN NOVEMBER! 😂😄😃😊😏😐😕😒😟😡😢
As you probably surmised from my emoji game, these are the only waves I've surfed in El Salvador in November. The last time I was in El Salvador in November was my tenth grade year in 1995 and I wasn't surfing then.
I was allowed a reprieve from daddy duty on this day so I shot down to the beach. I was overjoyed that I was allowed entry into Pando's development (he owns a lot there). My joy turned to pain when the security guard by the pool (which is next to the point break I wanted to surf) said that Pando was behind on his monthly payments so I had to leave. It turned out this wasn't the case and was a clerical error...
So I drove into the neighboring beach, parked the car and walked all the way back. It looked abysmal. Small and fat. I watched it a few minutes, then walked all the way back to the beachbreak and paddled out. I surfed that for forty-five minutes. What I should say is I sat there for 44.9 minutes and caught one wave that didn't close out right away. I had to finesse my way into it and did a crappy snap on the end section from which I rode away.
I decided this sucked, walked ALL the way back to the pointbreak and watched it for about seven or eight minutes. Nary a set broke. I turned to walk back, intent on paddling back out at a different part of the beachbreak (it had been slow but the tide had dropped and maybe it would start working).
I decided to turn back for one more look and I saw a set! It wasn't much but my stoke threshold had been dropped to almost nil from the morning's festivities so out thar!
Long story short, I did one pretty sick snap on a wave and that was it. The good news is I had gotten exercise and been outside.
I guess...
As you probably surmised from my emoji game, these are the only waves I've surfed in El Salvador in November. The last time I was in El Salvador in November was my tenth grade year in 1995 and I wasn't surfing then.
I was allowed a reprieve from daddy duty on this day so I shot down to the beach. I was overjoyed that I was allowed entry into Pando's development (he owns a lot there). My joy turned to pain when the security guard by the pool (which is next to the point break I wanted to surf) said that Pando was behind on his monthly payments so I had to leave. It turned out this wasn't the case and was a clerical error...
So I drove into the neighboring beach, parked the car and walked all the way back. It looked abysmal. Small and fat. I watched it a few minutes, then walked all the way back to the beachbreak and paddled out. I surfed that for forty-five minutes. What I should say is I sat there for 44.9 minutes and caught one wave that didn't close out right away. I had to finesse my way into it and did a crappy snap on the end section from which I rode away.
I decided this sucked, walked ALL the way back to the pointbreak and watched it for about seven or eight minutes. Nary a set broke. I turned to walk back, intent on paddling back out at a different part of the beachbreak (it had been slow but the tide had dropped and maybe it would start working).
I decided to turn back for one more look and I saw a set! It wasn't much but my stoke threshold had been dropped to almost nil from the morning's festivities so out thar!
Long story short, I did one pretty sick snap on a wave and that was it. The good news is I had gotten exercise and been outside.
I guess...
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