Crew: Francis, Klaude, Christina, and I can’t remember the rest
Time: 0615-?
Conditions: 3 ft, crowded, high tide
On Friday morning I woke up feeling like shit. Lauren’s cold finally caught up to me, so I took it easy on Friday. Francis and I hit it up again early on Saturday, but it was a tad smaller than Wednesday. Everyone in the water talked about how “yesterday was the day.” Well, we definitely missed it. On Saturday morning it got crowded early. I can’t remember any of my rides for the life of me. When Klaude showed up he surfed by Roy in front of the towers. I paddled around trying to get a spot to myself. About six Japanese dudes came out of nowhere and infiltrated our spot. As I paddled away from them I saw Klaude doing the same. “Fuck that,” he said. “I know they’re my people but . . . there’s like ten of them!”
I didn’t get any significant rides. On the way back to my car I ran into John A. and Manny A., Rick’s brothers. They said they had fun and they’d be a little further north tomorrow. Serious crowd that morning. . . .
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