The sets were fairly consistent, but only the largest waves lined up properly, the smaller surf being victimized by the bump. Mushy fat ones that came in slow and then shoaled out in sections, the name of the game was drive across the section then cutback and wait for the next to provide the needed juice to get going again.
Saw John get some long ones, disappearing into the morning sun, and some not-so-long ones, tucking under the sections and then getting worked as the little mini barrels shut down. Fortunately it was low tide -- sand bottom.
Got one or two or three nearly to the freeway, despite feeling a little out of it from Santa Ana - induced allergies.
Headed out with plenty of time to spare for church at 10:00, only to show up late (Bettye and I forgot about daylight savings). Oops!