Friday, August 19, 2005 @ 12:00 PM
Horseshoe Trip Day 4
Woke up and the swell had died considerably. Waited for the tide to fill in and then hit it. After surfing 4 sessions in 2 days that were in excellent surf, it was tough to motivate in waist high, howling offshore, shifty waves. We made the best of it but it was an unremarkable session. Had some fun turns and was improving my surfing but after 48 hours of wind it was obvious we needed a change of scenery. Since it was Friday a lot of people were showing up hoping to catch the last of the swell. Mank pulled a lot of "You should of been here Wednesday's", while surf starved guys still suited up and went out anyway, declaring they got it good in there hometown on Wednesday.
Packed up camp and had a much needed meal in Santo Tomas before heading south. Stopped for ice to see that our cooler was a swimming mess of milk and vegetables. Found our next dirt road without incident and checked out Richard's Camp. A nice point/reef with potential but the swell was even smaller here. Continued driving along the coast about 20 miles south to two other points, one of which I went to about 13 years ago on my first baja trip. Back then there was just a sunken boat offshore, but now there were dozens of houses and a barbed wired in campground. Not as apealing as I remember. No waves there or at the other point which featured a gringo drifter who in the span of five minutes wanted a ride to town, a ding repair kit, and to smoke a joint with us. We declined all three and headed back to Richard's Camp.
We surfed around sunset with about a dozen people, all from some Dana Point bachelor party. There group felt like a cult and communication was difficult. The wind was mostly calm and the sunset and subsequent (full) moon rise was glorious. I got a ding on my board from an unknown incident. Waves were thigh high and breaking nearly on shore. The trip was petering out, we had two more days, but with no more waves it was anybody's guess how we would occupy our time tommorrow.