by oldmansurfer » Wed Jul 04, 2018 10:35 pm
I went out for a Fourth of July surf session. Sunny day I went to Horners because there was a group out at the rivermouth break. Shortboard foilers. Horners was okay about head high. I caught first a wave at middle Horners. I thought the wave looked like maybe I could practice foam climbs on since it was crumbling and caught a wave that came to me but not enough power to get turned back down from the top turn with enough speed for a second bottom turn. So I paddled to the bowl section which I rarely go to and caught a wave and did a nice bottom turn to top turn combination but that was it and cutout right by the rocks. So I kept paddling out. I caught a wave but it wasn't much more than a bottom turn to top turn combo. Way out there it is very difficult to get a lineup but the boil was happening with some regularity and there were waves breaking in that vicinity so I lined up with it. The first wave I caught I was way too far on the shoulder so I did a huge fade like maybe 20 feet and then did a frontside off the lip into a back side bottom turn to top turn combo. That was fun. As I faded back I recall second guessing myself thinking maybe I was too deep but it worked out perfect. After another wave of little note I decided to try the next peak over which had some fun looking wave coming in. I ran out of time and caught a wave in that didn't break much and back at the middle break I did the same and came in. Not much but I got my dose of vitamin sea and conversed with my ocean therapist and got some exercise to boot. There was a couple getting married on the beach at inside Horners when I came in. Just the couple, a guy in white pants and blue aloha shirt and the girl in a white gown, the photographer and I guess the priest a local Hawaiian looking guy. 30 yards away the local drunk sat at the same bench hew does every day oblivious to the happy couple concentrating on the big beer bottle sitting in front of him. Another 30 yards or so and there was a homeless guy arranging his belongings by his tent in the bushes on the side of the bike path. A couple hundred yards more and there was a permanent camp of homeless people on the far side of the parking lot where I parked my car. On my way back a local family was there husband wife and child to enjoy the beach on this Fourth of July. They were boogie boarding the shorebreak which was actually kind of nice. I probably would have been happy there as well. I took the leash from my wife and she went out boogie boarding and I walked the dog along the bike path. Hope you all have a happy day.
So what is worse.... dying or regretting it for the rest of my life? Obviously I chose not regretting it.