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Friday, 15 August 2003 6:00-7:30pm |
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PCH |
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Sunny with slight breeze |
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Small low tide lines |
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2.7' @ 8s @ 340° |
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Tide: |
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1.9 @ 6:08 |
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Knee High |
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Board: |
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Walden |
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Comments:
After having several fun days up in Goleta my thoughts turned to how good it might be towards Ventura. If I'm managing to get some waist high action up here, it must be even better down south. Around noon Steve called from Ventura saying it was "going off". Around 3:00 Pete called from the Mesa and said it was "rideable" which for this hardened San Diego native was a great compliment for our summertime waves. I decided to try to cut out early and beat the traffic down south and get some waves.
K-dog and Kevin were in too. Having talked surfing with Kevin for so many months yet never had a session together, it would be fun to surf with him. I raced outta work at 4:00 and went home to pick up the longboard and K-dog. We headed to Summerland to pick up Kevin and traffic was brutal. I was bitter at having not beaten traffic. We got Kevin from his sweet pad in Summerland, an absolute surfers paradise with boards and wetsuits strewn everywhere amongst trees and plants and a sweet shack he was fixing up behind the hot tub. Rough life. We contined heading south in the traffic.
After several more sidetrips I imposed upon my occupants we were along the PCH and it was flat. I was livid. It was bigger up near my house with no traffic and here I was an hour later with knee high waves, and I had dragged others down this road with me. Bummer. The only thing to do was to paddle out, which we did. Once out there we saw Unkle, who was squatting the furthest outside waiting for the perfect wave to come in.
The 4 of us then took turns trying to make best of the conditions. As is usual with surfing, no matter how small or bad it is, it is always a fun time. Soon I cooled down from my road rage and started catching some fun little waves. Kevin was owning it on his red Donald Takayma board freshly repaired from a ding. 100% dark red with 50/50 rails all the way down and a giant fin, this baby looked like the perfect board for a day like today. Kevin soon was opening up new doors in the lineup with his classic style, fading right and then coming about to the left for the faster sections to the inside. We traded lefts like this for awhile, intersperesed with a few slower rights. Our group was all over the lineup. From the way outside, the 2nd peak over, to the inside reforms, we were trying to get our gas moneys worth from this small day.
A relaxing drive up the coast and we dropped Kevin off late for his hot date that night. Sorry Man, won't happen again.