Met up this morning with Erin for my first surf since being back. Pulled on a wetsuit, dragged myself down to the pier, paddled out in cold water. One word. Crap. Close-out crap. There were a couple of guys getting rides on the north side of the pier on the first peak, but the rest of the beach was pretty much close-out city. Also, the recent swell dredged up a bunch of seaweed that was all churned up on the inside, so with every duck dive, you came up with a pound of seaweed in your face and dragging on your leash. Oh to be back.