Surfed County Line at 7:00 on Sunday. Some of the waves were really good and people wanted in on the action. They surfed like it was Malibu, 4 bunched up on a wave.
Inevitably there were collisions. I witnessed two. One guy dropped in, veered to the left to avoid a guy floating in the water, and slammed into another surfer coming down the line. A similar situation happened to Fess. Two (or more) guys going right on a wave, Fess is paddling back out and can't rally go to the right, because of the guy behind the front surfer. So he bailed, dove down, and the guy smacked into his board. Two symmetrical fins sized cracks in Hawaiian Styles' rail, right to the foam. It's leaking water. The guy should have kicked out, but he claimed he was looking behind him. Whatever.
At that point I traded wave quality for some breathing space. Some decent rides, but nothing too spectacular. County Line has much more aggression and competitiveness than other places I've surfed. I don't really like the vibe there.
It seems the surfline green days, not the orange days, are the best. You always have a chance to get some good waves, without the crowds and aggression. You're never really disappointed if it's mediocre and sometimes it starts firing and you get some really good rides.
One more piece of bad luck. Fess' VW van's battery had died. Fess called AAA and eventually we got a jump. Another surfer had shoved his key into the hillside to hide it and lost it. AAA got him into his car and his surfing buddies drove him home for a spare key. Not the brightest bulb on the tree.
Oh, and Andrew's wetsuit zipper broke. (Fess broke it, not me) I guess it really does come in threes.
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