Perfect Toontown surfing

When 50 Dophins greet me as I paddle out into perfect little Lower Trestles, I have to pinch myself hard to see if I am dreaming. Turns out it was just a fairy tale type of adventure on a windless glassy uncrowded Lower Trestles at 3PM in the afternoon. Little rippers and a couple tubes to boot made me wish it would never end. But school let out and the kiddies all showed, but for a while, it was perfect Toontown surfing.

Grey ghosts

Nature's favorite joke is to paddle out into a pretty sunshine filled morning of surf only to have it turn into a sea of pea soup right before your eyes. Such was today, as a near prefect morning deteriorated rapidly into a sea of fog, where you can't see the shore or the waves coming for that matter. I managed to get a few but I grew weary quickly trying to hunt down the grey ghosts.

Get waves like that anytime!

King of the Hill...not. ! 100 blokes were trying to kill each other at Lower's on one of those special EPIC days, so I opted to head down to Old Man's and slip into a little spot called "Last Resort" at the end of the break. At the 0' low tide, even ol' "Old Man's" was firing, making 100 yard plus runs down the point in a rather fashionable style. I tore the place up and after 3 waves I got better surf than a whole season at Huntington. Maybe not king today, but I am more than willing to play the Joker to get waves like that anytime!

A breath of fresh air

When all else fails, Lowers can spit out waves when every place else can't. With springtime in the air, the conditions shimmered and shined out a beauty of a morning, and I got a few little rollers at my little spot off of Lower Trestles. I suppose I could of tried harder, but for the most part I just waited patiently and every 20 minutes or so I got a wave that was as shiny as the conditions. In terms of what we have had lately, it was just a breath of fresh air.

Few playful little rollers

Finally! OK, it was freezing cold water that turned me into a Gumby that spent the night in the freezer with the overized Winter Wet Suit , but the waves acted like they were cold, too. Old Man's lazily rolled out a few shoulder high waves that almost resembled a decent wave at times. Under sunny skies, it was more forgiving, and it had been so long, I was reasonably unsure if I had lost my touch. Turns out I didn't,surfing smoothly and never falling as I scooped up a few playful little rollers.