Surf: Closed out. Messy.
Moments of glimmering hopefulness and long grueling spans of closeouts. Waist-Shoulder high corners looked obtainable, but mostly mushy to pitching to mushy to pitching waves. Chris snagged some nice ones. I grumbled about picking my less foamy board and spent the session hacking up bits of seaweed after drop and wash rides.
I was a mess out there. I was not digging throwing myself into closeouts. I got lots of hard fast bottom turns followed by a wall of mucky water smashing me unforgivingly. I had seaweed in my hair, in my eyes, blech.