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| Reggae band at Orlando's house. Summertime in the South Bay. |
Loc: Manhattan
Beach
Time:
0930-1030
Crew: Bri,
Klaude & Deathwish Dave
Conditions:
inconsistent, 1-2 FT
After a late night of barbecuing with
Friends, Bri and I get to the beach late. Klaude is already out there.
Immediately, I spot Dave, who had moved to Mississippi, on his longboard.
There are a lot of people out this morning,
and the surf is weak, barely breaking through the high tide.
Paddling out, I say hi to Dave. Klaude
looks at me, throws his hands in the air, the universal sign for: where have
you been? But he says that Bri and I haven’t missed out on much.
Conditions are good, but size and power is
nonexistent. I need a longboard or a fish at least. Klaude leaves right away. I
force a few ugly turns. Dave follows Klaude. Other people are clearing out of
the water too, shaking their heads in disgust, for this is the summer. The
South Bay isn’t getting the south swell. Sadly, it’s time to hit the road for
south-facing breaks.
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