The Surfometer is up!

I haven't seen it that high in months. I think it's just because it has been flat for so long, because I actually surfed four spots this morning and I can safely say they were all only on the edge of almost being good.

First stop: North side of Matanzas. It looked so-so early. Bob had been out since 4 am. Really? No, 5:30 am. Walter was standing on the beach, telling us he had seen a shark in the shallows chasing mullet. So, Andy and I paddled out. Andy came in after about twenty minutes. This ain't worth it! It was lumping up again and disappearing, but every now and then we would watch one peel off, mint green water and rolling along begging to be ridden. I caught one really fun one towards the end that peeled off nice, but over all...eh.

Next stop, Summerhaven. I met up with Jack at the overlook as I was leaving Matanzas, and we decided to go look at it on the south side. He said he has seen some "overhead sets" there. I was doubtful, but went with him. Once there, it looked blah. "Just wait for a set," he said. We waited. And waited.

The outgoing tide was killing it.

I left and drove to the end of the road, where Junior and I went yesterday, but today it looked brown and not as lined up outside. I hoped it was a minor deception and paddled out. Nope. That was a bust. It was only breaking close to shore today, and not even that good. Mostly close-outs. Bleech. The water is so chilly at first!

Bob said he heard Marineland was breaking good yesterday, so I went there. No one was out there, and it looked so-so. Why can't we get a break? We finally get a somewhat swell and the tides are the worst!

I headed for Crescent Beach next, where Junior was waiting. At least the water was pretty there. Only a few guys were out, and it looked a bit more shapely here, at least. We paddled out, but it was the same old thing. Gutless. I did manage to score a couple that were good for roundhouse cutbacks and racing along, but overall, not the juice I want. The water was nice, though, glassy and green. It was worth the paddle out, just for that.

Off to 16th Street next, where I met up with John and Griffin. We paddled out there, but the sun was getting so high and the crowds on the beach were getting annoyingly thick. I scored a few good outside sets, but they were the kind that bowled up nice and green and got your heart racing for naught, as they would suddenly loose their steam and you would be left milking it, cutting back and forth to generate speed. I need real waves! If it was just a couple feet bigger...

One week until Costa Rica!