Taking a break from blogging for awhile. Just not feeling it. I’m sure inspiration will once again arise, but until then, I refer you to some great reads on my blogroll….
I surfed (waves were small and the water was cold, but the sun was out). I snowboarded (heavy duty powder). I went to the Chargers-Broncos game (watched my beloved Chargers whomp on the Broncos. Culter is a punk. LT is da man). What a week it was.
I got nothing. Didn’t paddle out. Didn’t even look. Heard it was flat. It was cold. Not motivated. Rain. eh….
What a week. What a week. What a week. Work has been insanely busy. INSANE. I suppose that is a good thing in this economy. But with work and the various holiday obligations, surfing has not been on the radar. That, and it has been raining most of the week. That, and there is no surf. Not sure if I’ll even try to surf this weekend. At this point, I feel ambivalant about it because it is so cold and the surf is so small. Will make it a game-time decision. But….there is lots of fresh power in the mountains now, so snowboarding is very much on my mind and I may attempt a trip to get some turns in sooner rather than later. We’ll see.
With forecasters predicting that the first major winter storm was going to hit on Saturday, I had no real expectations of surfing this weekend. I woke up on Saturday to overcast, drizzly skies and wind, so didn’t even bother to head down to the beach for a surf check. It was a sleep-in, late breakfast kind of morning anyhow, so I knew I wasn’t going to be surfing. Saturday night I went to bed thinking that “the storm” was going to be hitting by morning, so again, had no expectations of getting up to surf. But when I woke up on Sunday morning and saw sunny skies with no wind, I thought maybe it was worth a look-see. I had no true expectations of paddling out, but decided to go down to the beach for a surf check anyhow. I went straight out front, and when I got to the beach, well, it was good. The waves were in the waist to chest high zone with sets up to about head high, and shape was good. It was very slow and mushy on the high tide which made catching the waves quite challenging, but once you were in one, they had some fun shoulders to work with. I didn’t get a ton of waves, but enough to call the session decent. I’m just really glad that I managed to get a session in after all because now “the storm” is truly here and I seriously doubt there will be any surfing this week.
Two mornings in a row I have set my alarm clock for 6 am with the intentions of getting up to surf before work. Two mornings in a row I have rolled over and gone back to sleep. While the desire to get up early to surf before work is strong, the will power to execute is not. Nerds 1 and 2 have probably forsaken me now as go-to surf buddy. Oh the shame of it all.
Surfing this past weekend was pretty much a bust. The NW swell that was promised never really materialized in any significant way, so rather than go to the semi-secret spot I was thinking about, I ended up paddling out at El Porto on Saturday. First, it was super crowded. I mean, really crowded. And the surf just wasn’t very good. It wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t very good. Second, there were fierce rip currents everywhere sucking you way out past the line up towards Catalina. You had to paddle constantly toward shore just to try to stay in position to catch a wave. Annoying. So I spent the entire session trying to paddle away from the crowds and out of the rip currents, caught two meager waves and called it. Not satisfying at all.
Ok, so I figured I still had Sunday to count on. Hopefully it would be better. Got up to a slight drizzle but was not deterred from heading down to the beach. Went to do surf check right out front and even before I could see the water, I saw about 15 guys huddled on the boardwalk just looking. No one was suiting up to paddle out. Not good. The winds were onshore and waves were chunky, textured, small, dumpy, crapsauce. No go.
So that was my surf for the weekend. Awesome.