Taking my own advice, I rode down to Bolsa Chica early today (near the main tower), and man, oh man, what a difference from last evening. The waves were lovely little a-frames in the thigh-to-chest high region. There were a few steep take offs, but nothing the Quatro wasn’t ready to handle. (The rider goofed it a few times, but the board quite capable.)
I made friends with an old-timer out there today. We’d take turns on waves, wipeout, then laugh about how bad we ate it. “Oh man! Did you see that? I dug the nose right in.” “Jeeze, I slipped right off the rail!” “Dude, I don’t even know what just happened.”
Otherwise, just a nice mellow surf session with a lot of waves. On the bike ride back, I passed another dude waking out of the water with a Harbour Banana. My Harbour Quatro was prominently strapped to the bike. We quickly spied each other’s Harbourness and exchanged the “knowing nod” and a thumbs up.