My hour lunch turned into a 4-hour barrelfest in clean glassy head-high lefts and rights. Had the choice of three peaks all to myself since the crowd was minimal. Picked off any wave I wanted and it was so warm that I didn't need my hood and booties.
The only thing that pissed me off was that there were so many waves I couldn't even sit for a breather. As soon as I paddle back to the lineup I have no choice but to pick off the next sets. Now I'm all tired. boohoo.
I like Mondays. Everyone else is at work.