Spyglass Beauties
It's been over a year since I've got any Spyglass. Today is the day after the weekend swell peak Saturday, high noon Sunday, I arrive at Spyglass park with girlfriend and longboard. Sewers is working better than the right, but the right getting longer rides, I opt for it and paddle out.
The day I bring my girlfriend is the day four surf hotties decide to suit up next to me. She notices me notice them, it's OK, not a big deal, just typical. I paddle out into the lineup, nice easy paddle, and after a minute or two, watch all the guys in the lineup check the wahine swarm.
I get lots of waves suprisingly, the crowd is mellow. One longboarder is ripping it, I share waves with him and a few others. A stony bloke takes off left into me on my longboard right drop, I manage to pull out, there was no left.
With lots of speed, I rip through the lineup on an outside creeper. It peels quickly steep and nice through the lineup into the inside. A gentleman comments undecipherably how beautiful the lip is on the wave and environment outside or something as I paddle back out. I smile and respond as best I can to the garble I picked up.
A scene of beauty, the wave of the day, slowly rising and bending up arched all perfectly, and the hottie of the hotties is positioned inside closer to the shoulder, wipes out already, I let her go for it, oh well.
For the rest of the session, I see nothing that compares to that wave, taking a few rides inside, eventually cruising in to walk along the jagged reef and rocks to the beach barefoot. No scathes, OK, back in the lot, the chix are redressing next to my car, my girlfriend and I quickly scoot away.
The day I bring my girlfriend is the day four surf hotties decide to suit up next to me. She notices me notice them, it's OK, not a big deal, just typical. I paddle out into the lineup, nice easy paddle, and after a minute or two, watch all the guys in the lineup check the wahine swarm.
I get lots of waves suprisingly, the crowd is mellow. One longboarder is ripping it, I share waves with him and a few others. A stony bloke takes off left into me on my longboard right drop, I manage to pull out, there was no left.
With lots of speed, I rip through the lineup on an outside creeper. It peels quickly steep and nice through the lineup into the inside. A gentleman comments undecipherably how beautiful the lip is on the wave and environment outside or something as I paddle back out. I smile and respond as best I can to the garble I picked up.
A scene of beauty, the wave of the day, slowly rising and bending up arched all perfectly, and the hottie of the hotties is positioned inside closer to the shoulder, wipes out already, I let her go for it, oh well.
For the rest of the session, I see nothing that compares to that wave, taking a few rides inside, eventually cruising in to walk along the jagged reef and rocks to the beach barefoot. No scathes, OK, back in the lot, the chix are redressing next to my car, my girlfriend and I quickly scoot away.
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