La Bouche Is French For Mouth

Set off on a weekend mission to the coast expecting mediocre surf, and typical coastal weather.  Friday afternoon, a 3.5 hr endeavor turned into a 5 hour effort and killed our collective hopes/dreams of an evening surf.  Clouds shutdown the near full moon that was zigging as the sun was zagging.  Would have been an ideal twilight surf–no pun.  Filled the belly, drank a couple and turned in.

Woke Saturday morning to conditions exactly as expected.  I usually wake up early and hyped when i’m on the coast.  Pretty much the same mode as when you were a kid at Christmas.  Except there were no presents under the tree this morning.  Awww..  :(

Clouds, gray and microwaves.  No real hurry to suit up despite typical antsy-ness.  A neg tide was shutting down swell potential.  Figured waiting a few hours would be the best plan but i wasn’t sure.  Never really am.

Food, liquids, another couple hours of patients practicing and we hit it.  Waves had definitely cleaned up with the tide though not much.  As we were out there the surf got better–got a few decent rides.  After maybe 4 hours i called it and went in beat.  Food, liquids and another hour of chill time.  Posted up on the beach and watched bros light up waves.  Rad.  Then the clouds began to part (see below), the waves cleaned up and started fucking firing.  Presents!

Sun, teal green surf, shoulder, clean, and peeling.  Fuck yes.  Nothing like the sun to rejuvenate sore paddles and stoke.  Let the suit get semi-dry in the sun and got back to it.  Mid-day and the line up had cleared. Got every wave i wanted for a good hour.  Good size drops, with long fast shoulders.  Peeling left and right well.  Fun overload.  Bros eventually paddled out and joined the party.  Good fucking time.   So rad to run a lineup with all familiar faces and watch sick shit go down left and right–pun yes.

Surfed another 4 or 5 hours and went in.  Food, liquids, nap attempt.  No dice on the nap.  Couldn’t sleep.  Put the semi dry suit back on for an eve surf.  Waves were still on.  Got way too many waves for a couple more hours and called it.  So damn fun.

Tried to stay awake for a while but KO’d around 11.  But i did get to see my hommie receive a sweet bday present.

Sunday, woke up to drizzle, wet camp and low stoke.  Beat to shit at this point.  8+ hours of surf the day before and now crappy coastal weather.  Waves again were bad due to the neg tide.  Had thoughts of pulling the plug and heading home.  Nah…

Surfed a few hours in the morn after the tide filled in a bit more.  Beat, came back in.  Started packing up gear getting ready to head home.  Took a trip to the amazingly disgusting bathrooms.  When i came out the sun was out.  WTF?!  The waves were firing too.  Fuck.  Must surf….  More.

Suited up, paddled out.  Fairly empty line up.  Nailed every wave i wanted.  Bros joined and same shit went down.  All time.

Best waves and most fun surfing i’ve had in a while.

More pics here.

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