The only game in town

Tropical pink and blue mackerel skies got me into the water today more than anything. With just a hint of a hurricane in Mexico affecting the weather, but not the surf, I paddled out on the inside left of the main Lowers point and picked off a few little bowlies for breakfast. A few bigger sets appeared out of nowhere, so I went outside and picked up a couple of beauties, a couple of unlikely hollow lefts and a couple of rights. As is customary on the weekend, I was joined by tourists and trolls of every sort, from Japanese tourists to Father and Son tag teams, and everything in between. The tide push gave up only an hour of waves, but they will have to do for now, for when it the swell gets as small as it is, Lower Trestles is the only game in town.