TRESTLES--BAD TIMING: SAT 5.28.2011 EVE

CREW: Klaude, Khang, Khoa, Christina, Francis, Nicole, Dais
TIME: 1530-1730?, 2 hours.
CONDITIONS: Lighter onshore wind, inconsistent, burgery, sunny, 3 feet.

    After the morning session, we barbecued Shan’s famous duck butter chicken. I ate a lot, to the point that I knew I wouldn’t be fully digested until the evening session. For some of us, the evening was too far away. The summer-like conditions got the better of the group, as most of the guys decided to paddle out for a mid day session. Khang led the way and paddled out on Klaude’s newly bought nine foot longboard . . . in boardshorts! We all watched from the campsite as we cheered him on and got some good laughs at watching him paddle about on that monstrosity. The surfing bug bit Francis, and next thing you know he was in the water, too. Dais and Khoa followed suit. Klaude took a nap using a firelog as a pillow, Christina took a nap in the sun, and Shan decided to paddle out before he had to take off early. Those guys surfed for at least an hour, but by 1445 we were all ready to do it again.

    We paddled out at Battle Positions again, and the conditions looked much better. I anticipated a redeeming session, as Trestles evening sessions can be very rewarding. To make up for the morning, I caught a decent right where I was able to crank a nice top turn off of the lip. When I paddled back, Dais cupped his hand and tossed some water in recognition that I got a little spray. Klaude said that it looked pretty good, as I had to take their word for it since I can’t see what’s going on behind me anyway.

    Highlight of the day: A perfect little right hander came. It wasn’t perfectly clean because of the wind, there was a little texture on it, but the shape was still nice. Dais was on my right towards the inside of the wave. I told him to go for it.

    Dais said, “Right or left?”

    “Right . . . turn now . . . PADDLE HARD!”

    I watched Dais in hopes that this one wouldn’t pass him by. It looked like a late pop up, but I saw his head moving down the line as I cheered him on. Of course, having a wave for yourself is what it’s all about, but you can still feel equally stoked from letting a friend have a wave, especially when you guide him into the whole thing. Dais’s stoke became my stoke. He paddled back and thanked me.

    Francis was killing it and was the stand out surfer among all of us. I’m not sure what he was doing. I thought he was attempting to bust airs, but Klaude said he was trying to blow the fins out. None the less, after he paddled into his waves and disappeared, there was the quiet pause, then his surfboard would come flying off of the lip. I saw this from the front too, as he pulled off a clean snap. I was having a good sesh but not that good.

    The waves actually got more consistent, but the shape got more and more uglier. It was a weird exchange. It must’ve been the rising tide. The lulls got longer and the waves mooshier. After two hours there was no need to stay in any longer. I made the suggestion to head back to camp and cook in the daylight instead of the dark like Lauren and I did the night before.

Chris is probably only the third person that I've met that actually knows the proper way to start a campfire.

    So the second session was a little bit better than the morning. At least to me it was. After all, we had the following morning to look forward to . . . or did we?