I love **** *****'s
it’s where I learned to ride backside . . .
Low tide, its walled up and/ or hollow(medium-rare), you can literally walk out to the sandbars and leap in the rip, and take a few strokes, take off an take a screaming left.
Or a right that could close out, but if not, you’re happy.
On high tide it becomes this slow, cruisy wave. Unfortunately the logs show up. High tide moves the waves out to sea so you’re looking at a long paddle, and the rip loves the change positions alot, thus making 2000 hands in water / 15 duck dives paddles the norm. Its nice if you have a heavy old school longboard, I’ve seen people plow through waves.
It holds up to OH+. I don’t go out in DOH, cuz its outta my league at the moment.
This place is quirky in terms of population . Its black and white. Either its super crowded or not. Or it busts this dichotomy thing, like few shortboarders, and tons of longboarders. or few kayakers and tons of shortboarders. Or few spongers, and tons of swimmers / divers. Or tons of stand up paddle surfers, and two spongers, and me (yep the guy in 3 foot surf in a shortboard on the inside).
Since surfers of all skill levels frequent, people love to drop in. Or snake you. But there are enough peaks to go find one that no one else likes, far enought to get a decent ride and milk it before the pack catches up to you.
Sometimes you see a few dolphins or seals. Rarely, but I’ve seen a dolphin leap out of a smaller first wave of a clean up set, twice . . . No Grays. The seagulls are couragous and few are willing to snatch food out of your hand if you are not careful. No dogs allowed, but they are kept to the greens and sidewalks.
Summer is here, so that means I will be looking for alternatives to ***** *******'s. Summers is nutty. college co eds flock to the beach, where the frat boys try to flex and take their shorties out to play. The flopping and splashes and smell of fresh cold water sticky bumps beckons. And the red tide. man its perfect here. Full on rust red. Combined that with a certain south swell angle that works, makes this place iffy.
Sometimes hordes of preteen girls will show up in sponge trainer boards, and sit around wondering what to do. Getting my foot cut on broken beer bottle bottoms and getting asked at the parking lot if I am leaving 200x in the 15 minutes I change and get ready to leave . . . People from Fallbrook and Ramona come down for 4th of July, and in their quick wit and cool like minded thinking, bring a couch down on the beach for their party. But the next day, drunk and weary, sunburnt, they pack some of their gear and leave for the safety of hot inland. But the couch remains.
The couch lead to some funny antics like getting right before dawn, before going into the water, waiting until the tide dropped, i slid under the covers and propped my board nearby. Daylight broke and beach goers roamed around, surfers arrived. So peek out from the covers, toss it off, rub my eyes, and grab my board and run into the sea. I didn’t think nothing of it
girl 2: there was this drunk guy sleeping on his hood after the Alpha’s out side our apartment last Wenesday. Gross.
girl 1: Speaking about gross, did you see that dude that was on that couch earlier?
girl 2: No. Oh you mean that couch on the beach? Yeah, I saw the couch. There’s a blanket too.
girl 1: Yeah I saw him while we were changing. DAN!! waves hand Over here! one guy points and him and his four friends head out in our direction He like slept on the beach on that couch! Yeah he like threw the covers off, was in his wetsuit. He even slept with his board, so immature. Eww he didn’t even brush his teeth and he just got up and ran out to go surf!
girl 2: Where is he?
girl 1: I dunno
girl 2: oh here comes dan.
girl1: I think a wave’s coming both start paddling
well not this summer.