So now two more people I know have a
Surf Trace. Good thing about that is I can check their stats to get an idea of
how the surf is. Manny and Rick both scored turns at 45th. Actually,
Brett Simpson was surfing out there, according to them, so if it’s good enough
for a pro…
Klaude called me right when I got
home from work, said he had slept in late, so he was gonna hit it. On the way
to the surf, he called again and said there were waves everywhere, except 26th
St.; something about those sandbars over there that’s not working.
Bri and I parked in the Porto lot
and walked to Rosecrans. Sadly, there was so much trash in the lineup: candy
wrappers, straws, plastic, and plastic bags. Not big pieces, but there were a
lot of tiny plastic things just floating everywhere, and every time a wave
stood up, you could just see the trash lifting up with it, weaved into an
aquatic curtain.
Despite the high tide, the paddle
out was a little far, and waves were breaking way on the outside. Typical of
the tide, a lot of the rides started off fast and bogged out on the inside. We
all scored a few waves, but really, the trash was just so nasty. Every duckdive
all I could think about was how my sinuses were getting contaminated. My eyes
burned a little more than usual.
After the sesh, I didn’t really have
any solid turns to claim. If anything, the surf was a game of just making
sections and trying to stay in the pocket, a lot of stop and go without a good face
to unleash a solid carve on.
But the day was beautiful. Bri and I
walked down to 26th on The Strand to enjoy the atmosphere. Manhattan
Beach was just as crowded and active as an amusement park without the lines,
the ocean as the main attraction. It was like a spring day, and yet, we’re
expecting another storm come Friday.
