After working and staring at my screen for 9 hours, I finally had it and headed down to the beach. I was’t expecting much based on the cameras and reports. And when I got there it was pretty much what I expected – chop and slop. But I did to a fair bit of paddling to try to keep the pier between me and the sun so I didn’t get blinded, so there was a least some good exercise to be had. Caught a few, nothing noteworthy.
But all I could think about when I was out there was all my northern California tweeps talking about how their spots were breaking at 4, 5, 6, even 8 feet. I floated, I paddled and I dreamed.