The indicator was breaking, but not very well. Often a sort of phantom sandbar would pop up as a set rolled in, but the wave would back off and break about 20 yards farther inside. It made things a bit frustrating at times. Rincon seems to be worse than many other spots in cultivating a kind of lust for perfection in the hearts of those of us who dedicate our lives to surfing it. It's a rather contagious thing, and something I've noticed among a lot of the long-time locals. It can almost ruin a perfectly good session at times, the "frustration" of an absolutely gorgeous day that is somehow less than mindblowing perfection. Today was fabulous with sunny skies and clean conditions. Yet I had to close my ears to the others in the water lest I became completely bummed on the way some of the waves were breaking.

Several of them were outstanding. Robert's first wave took him well past the rivermouth and down into the shoredump. My second or third was a beautiful outside wall, took the drop right at the peak of the wave and held a high line as several guys were trying to backdoor from way up atop the indicator. Good cutbacks and some rollercoastering after the peak came down and took them out. Best wave came at the end of my session, that "one last one" that I wanted. Wasn't sure if I'd even get it, as I was wanting it in the cove. The cove was beyond crowded, to the point of farce. At least 100 people out, possibly 200. I got my wave though, sharing it with big Doug and his 11'+ supertanker, we got a few criss-crossings of cutbacks on the face after charging through the first sandbar section. The wave mutated and vanished down by the fire pit, no mind-expanding barrel for me today.

It wasn't an all-time session, but I'm not bummed about that!