Showing posts with label el porto. Show all posts
Showing posts with label el porto. Show all posts
Friday, March 19, 2010
El Porto Reflex Action (12/1/2009)
El Porto dawn patrol with Shawn. Fess is sick. High tide really hurt El Porto. Lots of reflex waves knocking you off anything you paddled for. Not really worth it.
El Porto, surf with Matt (Saturday, 11/21/2009)
Crowded. Got an amazing left (for me) early on. Pulled several 'maneuvers' . Kept drifting south, into the hordes of short boarders. Fess had to leave early, so Matt and I got out and walked up near the power plant. Not the greatest waves, but a lot fewer surfers. I remember Matt dropped into this real bomb towards the end. His board was vertical, and so was he, stretching from the top of the wave to the bottom. More than overhead.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Tuesday, Foggy El Porto
No stingrays, a lot of fog and small, slow rollers. Munster Mobile was a worthy vehicle. Shawn rode El Guapo as his Supperfish was severely damaged yesterday. No one knows how. Picked up as the tide drained out, got more crowded too.
All in all an OK day.
All in all an OK day.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
El Porto: windy but big, broken leashes
El Porto was windy, yes, but pretty big. Shape suffered, but it was
not so blown out that we didn't catch a few. We hiked down near the
jetty. All of us dropped in on some decent sized waves. Shawn's leash
snapped and Fess and I had left our spares home to unkink. Shawn
wisely wasn't going to risk the Supperfish, so Fess bravely traded,
tied the leash in a knot, and paddled out. I think he was hoping for
some more dings to repair on Scarface. :) Unfortunately for his
budding repair skills, the leash knot held. Or more correctly, Fess
held onto it as needed.
The water was frigid! Fess' watch read 62. Doesn't sound too cold, but
it's all relative. Hopefully that was just upwelling, otherwise, time
to unpack the booties. My feet are still feeling it.
not so blown out that we didn't catch a few. We hiked down near the
jetty. All of us dropped in on some decent sized waves. Shawn's leash
snapped and Fess and I had left our spares home to unkink. Shawn
wisely wasn't going to risk the Supperfish, so Fess bravely traded,
tied the leash in a knot, and paddled out. I think he was hoping for
some more dings to repair on Scarface. :) Unfortunately for his
budding repair skills, the leash knot held. Or more correctly, Fess
held onto it as needed.
The water was frigid! Fess' watch read 62. Doesn't sound too cold, but
it's all relative. Hopefully that was just upwelling, otherwise, time
to unpack the booties. My feet are still feeling it.
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