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| Shape was improving when I left. This guy got partial coverup. He hooted so loud that we heard him from way up here. |
Loc: North
Huntington Beach
Time:
0615-0800
Conditions:
3-4 FT, offshore, consistent, uncrowded, fat.
Since the clocks went back, it’s legit dawn
patrols again. More time to surf in the morning now, and one can paddle out as
early as 0530 if he wants.
I get up at 0430, eat breakfast, and I’m on
the road by 0515. It looks like it’s still night time without a hint of light
over the horizon. Traffic is sparse. Everyone seems to be half asleep still, as
cars swerve slightly in every lane.
I reach HB before 0600. No surf signs
apparent. I’m the only one here besides a few dog walkers. HB is much more wide
open and vast than the South Bay when looking east. The sky here glows more
orange than pink. Below, dark lines roll in consistently, but there’s a
problem. Too much tide. I can tell. The waves are fat and a little racy. It
doesn’t look like the peaky barrel buffet from Friday. Regardless, it’s
manageable, and the shape is much better than what Manhattan Beach has to
offer.
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| Doesn't look too appetizing, but it's consistent. There's potential. |
There’s a guy with a tent at the bottom of
the cliffs. Not sure if he had spent the night. No one else is on the beach
while I warm up. No surfers. Ground zero. First one in.
I have my holy 3/2 that’s dying for
retirement, but I don’t want to bust out my 4/3 yet because it’s not cold
enough, so I must keep it in rotation. As cool water enters my wetsuit through
the ripped seals along my knee, crotch, and back, I feel that the water’s still
warm despite the cold air.
The peaks are a bit wampy, and I get
jostled around a little on the duckdives. Still, it’s an easy paddle out.
I turn and go on a right. I think about
crouching, but the wave isn’t going hollow, so I pump instead. No turns. The
wave runs away.
It takes some time to figure the waves out,
but pretty soon I find a good spot to sit that has decent lefts.
I love the shape in HB. Soft mounds show up
on the outside, and as soon as they hit the sand bar, they just stand up. My
first left breaks just like that, and paddling into it is so easy. No barrels
today. I pump down the line, get a wrap around cutback, and connect a second
turn. And that’s how most of my morning goes. I pick off the lefts and get as
many turns as possible.
As the morning progresses, a few other
surfers paddle out. Some guy on a Costco foamie barebacks it nearby. I’m already
a little chilly, so I don’t know how he’s managing. Even with the light crowd,
no one sits on me. Guys show up and watch the surf from the cliff. Most leave.
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| So many breaks I still haven't surfed on the Cali coast, but I've surfed enough to know that SoCal is paradise. |
The big sets don’t line up well. They look
like they will, but they just wall up. I paddle into one of these bombs, and
the backwash just lifts me on the pop up. Next thing you know I’m air dropping,
weightless. I resurface in the same spot. I look up. Fuck. Like six guys saw
that.
I get a good layback snap on my wave of the
day. I pulled it off on a section that was standing up. It’s so imperative for
the face to be a little vertical because it makes the layback so much easier to
ride out of. I try to finish the wave with another one, but I don’t ride out of
it.
With the tide going down, I’m hoping that
the waves will go hollow. There’s one left where I pull in and drive a little
in the tube before it closes out. A decent attempt.
I leave the water at 0800. Not bad. Surfed
for just about two hours and didn’t have to feed the meter. Before leaving, I
snap a couple of pics. It was still worth the drive.
The only thing that sucks is how much
traffic I hit on the way home. Next time, I need to have breakfast in the area
or at least bring my computer or something.
Even though movement is stop and go, I’m
still satisfied from this morning’s surf. Listening to instrumentals on the
radio, I mind surf my way home.






wow, nice sequence of photos. looks like a really fun day!
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