Loc:
Manhattan Beach
Crew: Tom,
Calvin, Toru, Bri
Conditions:
3 FT, offshore, warm, sunny, walled.
Bri and I check the local surf at first
light, and the surf is walled again. Instead of paddling out and waiting for
the surf to change, we head back home and postpone our session. It’s looking
like a gym day, so we eat breakfast and watch some older episodes of The Walking Dead to fill the void. Of
course, this is when the texts start coming in. Dave T. says that the surf is
getting better, as well as some other surf buddies. Bri and I look each other
and feel it’s worth the drive to have another glimpse.
It’s the late morning now around ten
o’clock, so the beach is already getting crowded with non-surf, Sunday day
dwellers. Lucky enough, surfers from the first and second shift are leaving,
timing that awards our recent arrival.
In the lot, Tom and Calvin have just
finished suiting up. They say they’ll meet us in the water. Even Toru has made
a late arrival.
It’s a typical, Manhattan Beach day with
blue sky and blue water. In front of the brick house breaks a clean
right-handed peak about three feet. With the tide going down, the shape is much
more negotiable for at least a turn if one’s lucky, so it’s a no brainer for us
to paddle out.
Bri does decent as usual, getting some long
rides, but she gets a little worked when the sets start coming in.
#
And I can’t remember much else for this
session. It was a while ago. Bri went in early because she was tired from the
day before. Toru left shortly afterwards, and then Tom, Calvin, and I went in
at about the same time. It was a decent Sunday session but nothing spectacular.
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