Surf: Thigh-Chest high. Inconsistent. Little Texture.
YAWN. After a busy week I >wanted< to surf but I didn't want to get up early, drive, or get worked up about the surf. Lucky me! Aaron was also lazily contemplating some surf and offered to drive. Sure, we were there over high tide, not ideal, but there was still plenty of fun to be had. It was a little crowded at the main peak so we snuck off one peak over and picked up mellow waves. I had a few super long rides including a sweet little stall to keep a wave while avoiding someone who looked determined to drop in. Afterwards, Five Guys. Nice.