Classic OB
By Niceness........
Nice morning.
Suit up and run down.
Over the dunes and it looks ok.
A little bigger than i was hoping (as usual) but not crazy big.
Appears to be somewhat glassy on the outside.
Two dudes way out there.
Woke up late so don’t have much time.
Wade out and begin paddling… and duckdiving…
and duckdiving… and duckdiving… and duckdiving…
and duckdiving… and duckdiving… and duckdiving…
and duckdiving… and duckdiving… and duckdiving…
and duckdiving… and duckdiving… and duckdiving…
and duckdiving… and duckdiving… and duckdiving…
and duckdiving… and duckdiving… and duckdiving…
Fucking freezing fuck you OB fucking fuck fuck.
A million duckdives (seriously) later i’m finally out there.
All the little injuries shouting hello. Knee, wrist, back, shoulder.
Face freezing off.
But there are a few waves that provide a momentary thrill.
Catch two quick rights.
Then a longer left were i’m able to turn off the bottom and then carve a small one off the top.
Then i’m staring at 18 rows of whitewater again! WTF!?!?
20 duckdives later i’m still not out and i decide to call it a session.
Two fisted middle-finger salute to OB as i’m getting repeatedly bashed.
Wash up onto the beach dejected and disgruntled but mildly satisfied by that one left.
Walk back up the dunes, look back at the ocean and the surf looks mellow and inviting.
argh!
I got my Vans on but they look like sneakers.....
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