
A great week of surf, nothing to sneeze at 2x overhead sets. Six broken boards for the last 4 days. Lotta gas taken. People riding the boulder field on the inside, either feeling the rocks or hearing their boards feel the rocks, oh joy! The morning moon hung a floater over the rock......

Yesterday the low tide pull over the bar and exposed a loveable little runner for a few hours, a lot smaller than the Turkey Day mayhem or even the GC death pits down the beach. Some old fart landing a floater of his own.
