After seeing the weather report on Friday and learning that we were due for some serious rain all this week, all the Portoers started getting antsy to pack in as much surf as possible before Monday. And so, despite the poor forecast for Sunday, we descended on Bolsa Chica for a final dawn patrol.
It looked grim in the water. A few guys stood on the beach and one lone dude paddled around in the water looking for ripples. But all the LA boys made the drive so there was no way we weren’t going to paddle out. We opted for the jetty as that offered the best chance of something. At least there was a bit of chowder there to attempt to surf.
There were stormy clouds in the sky, beams of sunlight just out of reach and the water was bitter. But the funny thing was, as soon as we hit the chop and slop, it was all smiles and laughter as we paddle so hard into ever nothing that came our way. Honestly I don’t know if we could have had more fun. A few half decent sets did roll through, and I think everyone managed a few decent rides. It was a very bizarre and awesome last surf session before the rain.
