Loc:
Manhattan Beach
Crew: Klaude
Conditions:
2-3 FT, cool, slightly overcast, crowded, mooshy.
We show up at the same time this morning. I’m
by the water first, watching Klaude walk over the run path and onto the sand. I
want to surprise him, but I’m too impatient. I step up from the waterline,
raise my board, and he walks my way. He tells me how things went the night
before. His stories are pretty funny. Ahhhh yes, the L.A. bar scene. . .
I paddle out first and meet Klaude later
when he’s done stretching. We don’t expect much, with a rising tide and without
much surf in the forecast for the west, northwest facing beaches. But then,
once we’re out here, the surf isn’t so bad. No, it’s not thumping or “firing,”
but it’s not flat and boring either. Even though there’s a crowd and a lot of
sharing going on, Klaude and I get a lot of waves. Klaude too is throwing out
some water out the back. I tell him how Khang had told me on Wednesday that we’re
all visibly progressing. We talk about sampling each other’s boards, but we
decide to save that for a Trestles trip.
I get a decent little right. My spray’s not
that strong, but I get a little bit. And . . . well, I can’t say that I have a
ride that significantly stands out, but we did catch a lot of waves.
After the session, we have a good amount of
surf stoke afterburn. “It was actually really fun,” we repeat to ourselves.
Since we splurged the day before, we decide to go healthy this morning to tear
up some Blue Butterfly. Even later that night we text each other, appreciative
of the “man company” in the water. Surfing is something one can do alone, but .
. . it’s nice to have a consistent buddy to share it with. Mahalos Klaude. Hope
to catch you in the water again soon.
aw thanks bro, love you with all my heart too!! that was a fun bromantic weekend, full of brojobs and broments.
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