Small Waves, Big Crowds

There wasn't much to be found today. I knew there was a tiny bit of SW swell, so I headed to a point break, hoping I could score a handful of waves. They were small waves, yes. But they were still waves. Soul Brother #1 and I got out early. I wanted to beat the crowds and catch the tide as it went from high to low and back up. When I paddled out, I was one of the first ten people in the water. By the time I got out of the water, I was one of what seemed like, oh, several hundred in the water.

Soul Brother #1 got a few good shots, one of which is of me stepping to the nose. Too bad I crashed and burned after I got up there. At least I looked relatively competent while I was walking up there.

I think the best shot of the day was of me doing my best imitation of the new Cardiff surfer statue. At least I was falling off my board.
What's this guy's excuse for that posture? (Photo stolen from JP's Leucadia Blog.)