After Shan and I parted ways in the morning, my brother and I went to Good Stuff in El Segundo for some breakfast. I had to burn off a ten dollar gift card that they gave me because of hair in my omelet the last I was there. I had a huge carne asada and eggs breakfast. We watched Busting Down the Door at my apartment, dropped off Lauren at work, stopped by 9star, then we drove down Vista Del Mar to have another look at the waves. I thought that the tide would be too low and that the waves would go to shit. As we past by Dockweiler, we saw some heads out surfing the breaks that are usually waveless wastelands. We actually saw some rideable peaks at Shit Pipe and the man made jetties. It was a good sign.
We drove by Hammers and had a little look. We talked to a longboarder that said the waves were getting better. We heard enough. It was about 12:45 P.M., and we headed back to my apartment to grab our gear and go out for seconds. We parked at the main lot and decided to paddle out at 45th. There were more guys out now: the crowd that avoided the morning cold. The sun was pretty high, so it gave the ocean a bright, metallic-like, blinding shine. The wind was a little off shore, the water was a lot more settled than the morning, and there were some clean sets coming through. We were in the mix of a scattered crowd, but we still managed to get some waves.
My brother struggled at first, being in a bad spot. I got three good waves before my brother got any. I got a nice, head high, right. I decided to grab my rail, crouch down, and take a straight line as long as I could. It was a fun and easy way to take that wave. I also got two lefts in a row, robbing a guy on my inside that tried to drop in on me. I practiced carving the lip on my front side again as much as I could.
One sight, forever ingrained in my memory, was seeing my brother on this wave. I had just finished catching a wave and was on the inside trying to gather myself and my board. I looked in front of me. Here comes my brother, going backside on a little four foot wave, grabbing his rail, and getting mini barreled right in front of me. He looked determined and focused, oblivious that I was there, only fixed on the path that lay ahead of him. I stopped and watched, and I thought to myself how fun that must’ve been. I can’t read waves that well to know which ones I could do that with, or if I could ever pull something like that off. I’ve still never gotten barreled, ever!
At about 2:20 P.M. the wind turned onshore, people started to leave, and the waves got blown out. Some people were still parking and suiting up to paddle out. Those poor bastards. They definitely got the shit end of the stick.
My brother and I were satisfied. Another session for the Ramelb Brothers went down in history. By nightfall I was exhausted, dreaming about some front side carving.
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