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| Date/Time: |
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The 2nd to the 7th of September 2003 |
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Carpenteria |
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Sunny Mostly |
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Small |
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N/A |
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Tide: |
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N/A |
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| Surf: |
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Small but fun |
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Board: |
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Walden |
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Comments:
Ever since I was 7 years old and I lived down in Ventura my family would go camping for the week up at Carpenteria State Beach. Everyone I knew thought it was funny that we would only drive 15 minutes to setup the trailer and camp for the week. I never thought it was funny, it was sorta like having a beach house for a week. In 1991, when I more or less made the big move 45 minutes away to UCSB, I'd still go down in the evenings during that camping week, as well as the weekends. To this day, when it's that week to camp, I still head down every night after work for surfing, BBQ'ing, and campfires, only to show up at work the next morning stinky and grungy.
This year I headed down there on the 2nd, the day after flying back from being in Seattle for a week. I set up my tent and headed out into the water with Steve. It was small and it was messy, and there were millions of 12 year old groms in the water, and that's how it's always been. It was purely windswell, and the period between waves felt like 2 seconds. In fact, Steve was on his 9'6" longboard and said that he couldn't go straight cause his nose would run into the wave in front of him. It was lousy, but we weren't at work and we had a kind of moonlighting vacation going on.
The rest of the week was pretty similiar. We'd go out after work with carp groms until we were bored. On the weekend we'd head out early, lounge around, and then trunk it a time or two during the day. The best session of the week by far was the one on Saturday evening. K-dog had driven down and we headed out for a glass off. We surfed well outside of where anyone else was and traded off knee to thigh high shorebreak for an hour. I trunked it leashless and this to me was my goodbye summer session. Although summer truly never really starts for you when you are a working stiff, it also never truly ends.