Surf: Knee-Chest High. Light offshores. Crowded.
I’d promised my mom I’d only bug her to go down and watch me surf once on this trip. But…it’s kinda hard to stick to surfing JUST once in warm water and Wes was pretty stoked to get back out there.
We tried the next beach south, selling my mom on the idea with the promise of beachfront restaurants and shady places to site. Thankfully the van this time took the paved road. It was a beautiful drive. We could see lots of countryside all without jostling about.
Tamarindo was crowded (especially compared to the mellow Playa Grande), but had beach chairs and umbrellas for mom. She had a great lunch and a tasty milkshake while Wes and I threw ourselves at larger, more crowded waves.
Many rides were cut short by instructors pushing surf school peeps right into my line. Good practice on my cutbacks, but less than ideal. The waves I was able to pick out all to myself were plenty fun.
The board I’d rented was only waxed about halfway up so walking up the nose was an amusing challenge. There was just enough wax residue to delicately walk around with bare feet, but nothing fancy. I got a few nice long rides into the channel crossing my fingers I didn’t slip.
Pretty stoked. Mom was extra stoked to have been able to watch us from the shade this time. 😀
