Lots of longboarders out on the mushy walls which weren't doing too well on the high tide. Sat around a lot and began to move inside when -- eh? A head high set wave rolls through. Moved back outside and began to wait patiently for another one, sit-paddling constantly to counter the wind push, and passing the time chatting w/ a guy on an old beat-up singlefin from Colorado. He grew up in the area and comes back to surf once every 2-3 years.
Got one of every set, which totalled to about five or six while I was out there. Lots of scratching hard back into the wave as it peaked after nearly missing it then jumping quick and driving around the looming section followed by a fast cutback as it mushed. Every wave nearly the same, with the best and largest going all the way to the windsurfer lineup by the stairs.