Surf: Chest- Shoulder high. Little textured with some whompin closeouts.

I got there late and stood in the fog watching closeout after closeout. There were big booms from somewhere I couldn’t see and a hugh pack huddled up in the place I could see. Slowly the fog lifted and around the time the morning shift was packing it up, a Fog Bow appeared. What was closeoutcity fogfest became sunny prettyworkableville. There was some size out there for sure, things swung wildly between waist high and just above shoulder high. There were still plenty of closeouts but also a good bit of fun. I have lots of sand in my ears, but overall happy with the morning.

Surf: Waist-Shoulder high. Little closed out. Slightly offshore/sideshore.

Beautiful morning. Dramatic fog, sunshine, all that. Lots and lots of seabirds flying about.

The surf was a bit closed out in the morning, but for every two or three drop and wash monster there was something with a bit of a face. It looked like the later shift got the best of the morning. I watched lots of noserides and swooping turns as I suited up.

There’s some potential out there for some beautiful fall mornings headed our way. Trying not to get my hopes too high but it would be nice to see things clean up!

Surf: Waistish, junky, warbly and orange.

My first thought was UGH. Junky, onshore winds, red tide.
My second thought was “I’ve surfed worse.”
After paddling out I thought UGH again.

A few warbly waves in, it seemed not so bad. Took a lot of work to keep in trim and it certainly wasn’t pretty, but it was possible to link everything up and get some long rides out of the not so exciting looking soup.

Closing thought: “Well that wasn’t AWFUL”

Surf: Waist-Shoulder and fairly closed out.

Yay! After a month+ out of the water. Chris is back. What a day to come back for tho. Ooof.

I’d forgotten what it was like to squeeze lemonade out of stone cold closeouts. Hooooo ouch. There were makeable open face rides hidden away in the wash, but it was still a lot of thumping, grumping, and fog. Everything from Shoulder High closeout to Waist High mushjunker. As I left, it looked like more tide was helping with the close-out problem, but swamping things entirely.

Surf: Thigh-Waist High. Fairly clean.

Work’s been hectic and unpleasant. I was finally able to patch up my 9’4 and the waves were looking mellow and nice so I snuck out of work to go surf.

Surf, as it turned out, was pretty mellow. Caught a few before the tide went out and the surf junked up. Lovely sun, lovely sunset.

Surf: Waist high, clean, crisp. Little crowded.

Fun loggy surf this morning. I carpooled with Robert and the Hilux, tossing all the gear in the truckbed. Lots easier than tying things down. Plenty of sunshine out on the water and not too shabby wavewise. Fun smooth waves on the longboard.

Surf: Waist high, a few standouts. Little junky.

What a moon this morning! Plenty beautiful sky, but the surf was not terrible clean. Waves were rideable and all around not bad. Hopefully things will clean up with some of the new fall swells.

Surf: Thigh high and a little ragged.

I haven’t been getting that much weekday time in. Too many morning meetings, too little motivation, and well, kinda junky surf.

Andrew decided it was time for his quarterly surf session so we headed to Bolinas. Ran into quite a few people in the lot. Waves were small and a little rough, but rideable and good for catching white water. You can’t really argue with sunshine.

Surf: Waist high. Closed out.

Met up with the guys for a later morning surf. Plenty crowded. I struggled for a while and picked up a closeout here and there. I wound up staying out for about 3 hours before giving up. Might be time to get back on the longboard for a while to stay positive.

To make up for my grumpy surf, I got snacks:

Hit up the Noriega Street fair after. Fun!

Surf: Windy. Waist to Chest.

Snuck out for another post-morning meeting surf. The surf wasn’t especially thrilling, there were a lot of closeouts and trying to fight my way into the wind with my newly repaired 7 was hard. The tide went out fast, turning makeable waves into wash. Post surf I ran into Max, back from some very exciting travels and Daniel who was headed out to see what he could make of the outgoing tide. Always nice to catch up with folks in the lot.