SOUTH SWELL’S OFFICIAL, WED 11JUN2014

Loc: Huntington Pier, Northside

Crew: Dais, Khang, Hideki and the HB Gang

Time: 0645-1015

Conditions: light onshore, 3-4 FT, warm, crowded, semi consistent.

     I had called for everyone to meet at my place at 0530. My phone starts ringing at 0536. I pick it up. It’s Khang. I’ve slept in. “Is Dais here?” I say.

     “Nah, he’s not here yet. Take your ti-ime.”

     I can hear his smile over the phone, but I’m not smiling. Blame it on the Rich Chocolate Ovaltine that I drank last night before going to bed. I had a hard time going to sleep after that.

     We’re on the road by 0545, three guys, three boards in my surf wagon. We stop at Goldenwest first for a look over the railing. It’s a gray overcast morning. The wind is light sideshore from the south. Sectiony peaks break in front of us nice and clean. At the pier, we see the lefts peeling from the northside. There are heads in the water.

     I suggest we use my state parking pass and push it further south. Stopped at a red light at the intersection on PCH and Main, I see a surfer in a short-sleeve full wetsuit running towards the pier, board in arm. It’s Manny A., Rick’s brother. I yell at him out the window. He’s surfing the pier.

     Two blocks later, I make the call to turn around. We know that the pier is working. My other HB spot is a gamble. Might be uncrowded but might not be as good. The clock’s ticking. Have to paddle out ASAP.

     We paddle out north of the tower. The surf looks decent, a solid three-to-four feet, but . . . it’s much more crowded than it was when I had surfed it last week with Hideki.

     Upon reaching the lineup I see Chris, Hideki’s homie. He says that earlier was a little better and more consistent, standing up more. Hideki paddles up to me a few minutes later and says the same thing.

     So I’ve brought the South Bay DRC to HB. Hideki is now the official Huntington Beach Rep of the group.   

     The waves may have been better earlier, but they are still good. I choose to sit with the pack. There’s a technique to it. The current pulls everyone north a little, or they catch a left that pulls them away from the lineup. A gap is created. As the other surfers paddle closer to the pier, I shoot in that gap. I let everyone scatter for the first couple waves of the set, and then I at least have one for myself out the back. I sit outside.

     On my Lost Mini Driver with the quad setup, I take my first bomb left. I bottom turn deeply and shift my weight for a carving top turn, but I feel sluggish. It turns into a check turn. On the inside, I get a baby turn to finish.

     Dais and Khang sit a little more north where there are less people, but I continue my carousel, sitting closer to the pier, catching a wave, and then paddling back. I’m doing okay despite the crowd, and I even choose to sit away from my spot for a while to ensure that I’m sharing.

     After spending so much time on my Motorboat Too, my Mini Driver just feels too big. Even at 174 lbs., this is too much board for me. My surfboard perspective has shifted since riding my smaller boards. The question is, which board in my quiver is the right one now?

     Hours fly by. What was an overcast morning is now full on summer sunshine. I’m burning up in my wetsuit. So is Dais. I attempt a layback snap, the right way this time. Hideki sees this attempt. “Did you stick it?” he asks afterwards when I resurface. I didn’t. The board was under my feet while I was lying back, but I came unstuck underwater. Regardless, it feels good that I’m trying and that it’s an identifiable effort.

     By 1000 the light onshore is enough to create some surface chop. The waves aren’t as clean as this morning, and now it’s more inconsistent.

    Ending the session, we hit up Pho Vie. Gotta have Vietnamese food when you’re surfing around here. It’s a travesty not to, for your stomach and your wallet since it’s so cheap.

     It’s a rare occasion, surfing with these two guys, having the whole morning to ourselves. HB is working right now. Hopefully we can come back for more. Oh, and DRC is not dead either.