At any rate, there was a light crowd, well spread out across several peaks. By the time we left, the lineup was empty and waves were still rolling in as the rain started to come down.
Only the largest set waves broke well, with the smaller surf not quite breaking on the outer reefs, reforming on the inside and pitching in shallow water. Lots of hopping to deal with this fact, early on, but it got better.
Hit a groove towards the middle-end of the session, getting a whole series of short and steep drops followed by a fast-fading shoulder and cutback into the soup.
Caught a small mushburger that jacked up just as I stood, the lip throwing out. This was no mushburger! Adrenaline took over the drop and the pump for speed as the wave went almond-shaped and I was in a green-gold-brown room, as dry as could be and stoked out of my mind, after I had a chance to think about it once the wave closed out on me.
Finished off with a few racy waves and flyaway kickouts. The best session since New Year's Day, and that didn't even count the entertaining walk there and back, a totally different scene from the urbanism of Rincon.
Forecast? What forecast? Who cares... just go surf, it's been good for five days straight...