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Thursday, 18 December 2003 6:30-8:15am |
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Rincon |
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Clear skies, no wind. |
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Pretty clean, some setioning, some pitching |
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11.3' @ 17s @ 310° |
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Tide: |
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4.5 and falling |
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Waist to Chest High |
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Board: |
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Walden |
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Wetsuit Sessions: |
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044 ($5.68/session) |
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Comments:
Met Greggory at the 'buru at 06:05 and headed south. Was going to meet super kev in the Rincon parking lot at 6:20. He wasn't there yet but we suited up and headed in. Size looked smaller than yesterday, but it turned out it was more consistent. Greggory and I started out near the glass house and caught lots of waves to the bottom of the cove. My longest ride was from just above the glass house down to the first light post on the 101. Still have not gotten a ride to the first callbox.
Crowds like yesterday and in the middle of the session we had a long lull and it was tough to get waves. A long haired guy and his buddy were getting on just about anything that moved and was constantly taking off us or doing the paddle around take off deeper cheat move. Not dettered I headed way outside where I met up with Super Kev. A long lull set in. I got a few out here, but they sectioned out quick and I wanted a long ride. I tried to pull a floater on one that was perhaps chest high but ended up floundering. Looking inside Greggory was catching plenty back where I was so I caught a small one and hung out near the house again.
From now until we left it was a constant wave machine. Most guys were further outside and only a few waves were making it thru out position, so we would catch a wave all the way in and the paddle back out. Usually even before you got to our lineup position a wave would come in and we'd be off again. It was sick, and the arms were noodling quick. Greggory was all over the board, taking off late, stepping to the nose, cutting back, wiping out...he was mr. rincon. Soon Super Kev came screaming thru on a set wave on his classy red board. He headed in and greggory and I caught a few more. We never even had time to talk about what time we were heading in, since the only time we saw each other was when one of us was paddling over the shoulder of the other's wave. It was sweet.
Afterwards some more coffee at the French Bulldog. Yesterday we counted 6 cops in our 20 mile roundtrip. One was setting up a speedtrap right in front of the Bulldog, nabbing folks where the main drag goes from 40 to 25.