DAIS‘S AND KLAUDE‘S FIRST TIME AT TRESTLES: SAT 3.12.2011 MOR

CREW: Klaude and Dais
FLAKES OF THE DAY: None
RAN INTO: No one
TIME: 0800 - 1015, 2 hr. & 15 min.
CONDITIONS: Offshore winds, which switched to side shore, and then offshore. Sunny, slightly cool water, clean, chest high shoulders, crowded, and deteriorating conditions towards the end of the session.
 Today was the day that I was looking forward to all week: the weekly surf trip down south. I missed out last weekend because of work, so today was the day to capitalize on some good surf.

 I checked out El Porto yesterday evening to see what the incoming swell looked like. The initial pulses were overhead and closed out--typical. Anyone familiar with the South Bay had to expect closeouts for this weekend’s swell. Despite some recommendations to go north for the weekend, I already had my heart set on going to my favorite surf spot: Middles.

 Rick was the only taker that I had to go on the trip with, but later that day he told me that he had to stick to HB. I talked to Klaude the night before, and he said that he already made a commitment to surf with Dais, but he said that there was a small chance that they’d meet me in El Segundo in the morning. I told him that the train would be leaving at 0545, and if they showed up they were more than welcomed to come aboard.

 Last night was filled with anticipation. I got my JS back from Rick, put on nose guards for my boards, and even bought some Vertra sun block sticks. I had Innersections playing in the background as I got all my gear prepped for the morning. I went to bed at 0100, and I was up eating breakfast at 0500.

 As I packed my lunch, Gary (Rick’s WHC homie) called me and said that they were heading to Del Mar. I told them that I’d change my plans to meet them there. I headed out to my car with my first load of gear. I saw a van approaching. It was Klaude and Dais fully packed and ready to go.

 It was going to be a tight fit, but we actually fit five surfboards, all of our gear, and three of us in my wagon. Damn I love my wagon! The sky was already changing to a light blue, but none-the-less, we still made our start-point time and were on the road before 0600. I thanked the guys for showing up. Even though I would’ve made the trip on my own, I was happy to share the experience with two of my fellow stoked surfer buddies. We listened to some electronic as we shot the shit and enjoyed the normal conventions of a road trip.

 Rick gave us a courtesy surf report, and unfortunately, Del Mar did not look too good. I told Rick that we’d surf with him another day, and I made the call to go to Trestles, as I’ve never had a bad day there, yet. I gave Dais his initial tour of San Onofre as we made our way through the base. We stopped to look at Old Mans first. There were clean, two to three foot waves rolling through, but the scattered peaks were infested with longboarders (the norm). We parked as close as we could to Churches. The peaks there were nice and clean … and crowded. I told them that we’d walk north and head to Middles to get away from everyone.

 I pulled out the JS which has been out of service since its gruesome injury. Its deck was bare, so I had to take some time to apply some base coat and wax. We set out on foot close to 0730 if my memory serves me right. It was a long walk, but I enjoyed it, and I was glad to introduce the guys to Trestles for the first time. Klaude had to take a piss, but he refused to use the porta-potty. He pissed in his wetsuit, and I followed suit. We started our venture with piss dripping from our crotches in the warm morning sun.

 We watched the perfectly shaped shoulders at their primary and well known spots. We reached Middles, the spot where I scored last time. The only thing was that it didn’t look as good. I suggested that we paddle out, and Klaude replied with, “Right here?” I gave them the option to make the trek to Lowers or Uppers if they wanted to gamble. A wise choice, Dais said we should go up further.

 As we approached the end of the trail from Cristianitos Road, we saw the masses of surfers in the water and on the sand. The whole time I tried to eye for a lone peak, but before we knew it we were at the end of Lowers, still facing a thick crowd. The path ahead didn’t have many waves, so we decided to paddle out at Uppers.

 The fellas were nice and warmed up. I was antsy to get wet, so I paddled straight out after stashing my belongings. I hate crowds, and I approached the line up with a defensive mind set. I expected agro energy, getting dropped in on, frustration, and all the possibilities of some kind of confrontation. But surfing just north of Lowers, the only option was to be immersed in the pack.

 It was weird being on the JS. The DMS is a bit smaller in dimensions, but this time I really noticed how much bigger the JS is. It was harder to duck dive, and it felt a lot thicker under me. It felt awkward being on it again, but I knew that I needed it. We arrived and perched in the hornet’s nest of surfers. I hid my feelings from Dais and Klaude, so as to not spread my negative energy. Surprisingly, Klaude not only got the first wave, but he got it with ease amongst the surf gauntlet. As soon as Klaude got back, Dais snaked him on a fun little right. It was funny watching it from behind the line. I saw that Klaude had the inside, but Dais’s long hair raced ahead of him to the open shoulder.

 They were handling the crowded situation a lot better than me while I was getting frustrated, still needing my first wave. I puffed my cheeks and tried to get more aggressive. I sat on the outside and saw a bump in the surface. I raced ahead to catch a right, but it was already breaking when I paddled into it. The speed from the white wash propelled me a bit fast, and by the time I popped up, my rail shot me up the wave and out the back. It was a nice wave and a perfect set up for a good top turn. Catching that wave late had my body going too fast for my mind, and I ended up being stuck on my board.

 The guys knew I was getting frustrated, and they hooted and hollered for me every time a wave came my way. They are good friends, indeed. While going through my own struggles I saw Dais get some good rides, but Klaude was definitely the DRC surfer of the day. He ended up paddling south to Lowers, mixed in with the crowd, and got even more rides over there. I caught one decent right where I got a little top turn. I also caught a left that had an open face, but I really struggled to get a hack going front side. I tried to throw my rear shoulder into the turns, but I forgot to put more emphasis on my tail placement. Dais and I struggled in the white water for a little bit. I did notice that catching waves is easier on the JS, but I did miss the ability to cut through waves on the inside that my DMS gave me.

 About two hours had passed, and the water had changed a lot: the winds turned onshore, it was choppy, and the peaks got a little jumbled and lost their definition. Either way, the cobblestone bottom provided better peaks than any South Bay beach break. I told Dais that I was gonna get Klaude and let him know we were changing locations. Dais said, “Yeah, I’m losing my stoke.” Ironically, just as he said that, a plus-set wave came his way, and he paddled into it for a long ride. I said the same thing out loud to myself, but nothing happened.

 Klaude was at Lowers, and I caught the tail end of a conversation he had with a surfer that he thought he snaked. The surfer said, “Nah, man, you weren’t in the way. It’s a party wave day, anyway.” I was surprised with how friendly the atmosphere was. I got some funky vibes the first time I surfed Lowers, but today’s energy was much more relaxed and mellow.

 Klaude told me that he got some solid rides, and he even got semi barreled. It’s official: KLAUDE’S FIRST BARREL (not sure if it was his first) ON 12 MARCH 2011! I was envious that I didn’t have the same stoke as him, but I was glad that it wasn’t a wasted trip, and that both of the guys had fun.

 I wanted to paddle back out, but we needed to get back to LA, so we took some hot showers and prep’d for the drive back. We ate our snacks as we had front row seats to Churches’s consistent and reliable waves. We got home at a reasonable time. Traffic was fairly smooth going to and from, and we still had the rest of the day to enjoy.

 It wasn’t a wasted trip, but I set my expectations too high to score exactly the same as the last time I was there. My friend Cheryl told me that Parks Beach was walled-up and overhead, so Trestles was still the better call for the day. I can’t help my frustrations, and I have a tendency to get “bummed out” if I don’t have epic sessions. But it’s that same feeling of being bummed that motivates me to surf and surf hard. It was a good day.