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Santa Barbara Area Surf Report |
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| Date/Time: | Thursday, 27 March, 5:00-6:30 | ||
| Location: | North Goleta | ||
| Weather: | Sunny, warm and windy. Onshore, sideshore, offshore, 10-20knts. | ||
| Conditions: | Good size and messy. Occaisonal good section. | ||
| Swell: | 10.5ft @ 12 @ 305° | ||
| Tide: | 2.0 and rising | ||
| Surf: | Chest to Head High sets | ||
| Board: | Progressive | ||
| Comments: | Low tide was mid-day and the wind was howling so I put off a lunch session and tried to get some higher tide evening glass off. Well there was nothing glassy about it, as the wind was still blowing pretty hard. A warm wind that felt like Santa Ana's, but wasn't coming totally offshore. A couple of guys were out, and they weren't making it look too good. I headed out anyway and was shocked by how cold the water was again. It was frigid and the wind was just adding to the fridgidity. Caught a couple of screaming lefts at first, and lacking any skill I did some hunched over rail grabs in search of a barrell. It wasn't really barrelling but it was closing out in big porportions, so I got my share of water up the nose, and sand in the ears. It was me and 2 other guys out there. Funny enough, we all gave each other about a 20 yard berth to work with, anti-socialness at it's best. Saw a couple good rides by those guys but the conditions were so messy it was really hard to have a "great" ride. One guy went in and I figured if the other guy did I was heading in too. It was just way to victory at sea to chill by my lonesome. Luckily another guy headed out, I think it was Doug from Surf Country. Having a new person out there to suffer with me really inspired me to charge a little more and try to take off on more impossible waves. I was getting regularly flogged by the waves and I messed up a potential floater and landed on my arm on my board. That was followed by ramming my knee into my nose on the next wave in a failed attempt to compress my body into a barrell. At this point, battered, humiliated and cold, was when I felt the best. Something about being out in windy messy junk, freezing your butt off, it just makes you very alive. I stayed out about 15 minutes past sundown and caught a few more. My best wave of the session by far was right as the sun was setting. I took off a bit late on a fast left and scrunched and leaned and rail grabbed and the sunset was lighting up the lip, which was at this point being blown by the now-offshor wind. I'm sure it didn't look like anything special, but it felt like for once everything was just perfect. I was going to head in after that wave, but it was so much fun I stayed out. Nothing really good after that, just a bunch of freezing cold wipeouts. | ||
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Created by Tim Maddux, Continued by Pope |