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.