by Major Lazer » Mon Jun 13, 2022 1:02 pm
Youngest gomita did the Otter Rock and Roll Sat. Skies parted ways mid am and stayed dry all afternoon!!!! It was her last year in parent child. Her 1st heat was a little rough as she hadn't surfed since last fall and got a little frustrated, I was hoping to get her in the water last few weekends but weather has been an issue. After a board change and some practice between heats, her second was much better. She had 4 or 5 super long rights on a real surfboard, not an oversized foamy, and even added some flair to one of her dismounts jumping off board and doing a little cele jump kick thingy. If she had just one of those waves in her 1st heat, I think she would of placed as its a combined score of best 2 waves, one from each heat. But who cares this event is about having fun and she got a ton of swag. Best part was how stoked she was after her 2nd heat and is claiming she is going to surf a lot this summer, which is a win win in my book. Otherwise it was a good day of fun and interesting to see some of the groms ripping it up at a contest that was originally geared towards teaching the youth to surf. Level is getting higher for sure. Jumped out for a few waves on the mid in hoodless 4 mill. Water was warm and probaly some fun waves elsewhere.
Classic small wave hellman sesh early yeat am. Lucked into a dry evening of camping and 1st family camp of the summer, but the rain came back in the wee hours of the am. It was that drizzly coast rain that's not pouring, but just soaks you to the bone in no time. Was too lazy to set up the Ez Up shelter, so camp was swamped and made coffee and breaky in the rain while fam slept in the rig. Skated in the rain through standing water and large puddles with board under arm. The intermittent zone of shore pines was moist as a sponge, the canopy tunnels just dripping with water. Small sag ponds and wetlandy areas I've never seen where present all over. When I got a look at it from the dune, was surprisingly clean and offshore. Like really clean. Oil grey glass and empty. It was small, but saw a few sets and what looked to be some zippy low tide CH rights into a little rip. Changed in the rain, my pants were soaked. Air and offshore winds were cold and was regretting not brining my hood. Left my stuff on the beach, covered my skate with my board bag and paddled out.
It was smaller and weaker than it looked but managed to wiggle though a few of the rights I saw from the beach, which allowed for a turn on inside section. Then it lulled. So I sat there and reflected on how quiet it was, only one other human in sight walking on the beach, and how crowded this spot can get these days on an early fall swell. Also wondered how many times I passed on a day like this when I lived in the area. But here I was sitting in the calm glassy ocean getting colder by the minute in my hoodless 4 mil perhaps lured by the perfect conditions. The rain continued and swear I thought I saw lighting out at sea. I continued to wait for another one of those rights, but the sporadic sets were either walled or I couldn’t get into them. I noticed a few checkers but still no takers, which was a bit surprising for a Sunday morning. Sure it was small, but I bet a LB would of yielded some waves a lot more than my quad fish was and I probably shoulda had the mid. Eventually I had to belly one in. I guess the bit of tide push flooded the few rights I was able to get into. Skated back to camp in my suit and got straight into a hot shower. Typically would of milked the day and even stayed another night, but was so wet packed up camp, grabbed some fish, said hello to the seals, and spent the afternoon at home drying shite out.
Routine is a vampire. Manu Chao-