Out there! I had my 6'6" and Big G had his massive 10'6". He immediately got some of the bigger ones off the top of the point. The new orange board seems to be working better for him than what he was riding up in Santa Cruz in October.

I started off by wallowing in some smaller waves. The shape was pretty hit-and-miss, with lots of waves having no shoulder, but the good ones were going past the rivermouth. Got an excellent one all the way into the cove. The board going bap-bap-bap over the bits of easterly bump in the trough made things a little difficult off the bottom. From there a gift wave (thanks to whomever gave it to me) took me all the way to the freeway. Much cleaner than up top, not barrelling like yesterday but a rolling canvas of green wall to put some turns on.

Once I got back out the top, both Gioni and I agreed the cove was the place to be. We moved down there after some short indicator and rivermouth rides, and discovered that, naturally, the guy who gave away the wave to me was the exception to the rule, with lots of snaking and drop-ins happening. I got mostly scraps of waves until the crowd made a tactical error and moved off the outer sandbar. Immediately paddled out and nabbed a well overhead wave, the second of a good set. The first one cleared out most of the building chop and moved most of the others out of my way, so I only had two brief drop-ins in front of me.

I had a meeting to go to, but Gioni later tripled-up his day with a session at Campus in the early afternoon and an early evening ride at Hammond's. Dinner was homemade chicken and sausage jambalaya, with some good beers G. brought down from a Davis microbrewery. We watched "No Destination," a relatively monotonous King/Hornbaker surf flick in mostly small Indo which didn't really get appealing until the very last sequence. The soundtrack throughout was great, a departure from the usual rock trip with classical, blues, and jazz tunes.