Well, the swell finally came. We drove up to La Pastora for a night, where a fun little right kept us occupied until Sat, when the waves were scheduled. An executive decision was passed that brought us back to Los Cerritos, where we figured to score the highest. Pre-advertised as 4.5 ft with 10 sec intervals, the surf was heavier than predicted, There were overhead sets and calls of outside all day. The shape wasn't the best and some sets were fast and hard to catch up with but it was fun. I took a beautifully orchestrated shot to the ear from my pointy 6'4'' that rang my bell pretty good one day and is still sore.
I promised to throw an outright tantrum if not permitted to watch the Chargers- Broncos game on Sunday night, so we drove into Todos again. The rules: two beers per quarter. Bolts TD equals a shot of tequila, FG means slamming whatever is in front of you. Final score 52-21 Chargers. Me? Annihilated
We had already planned to spend New Years Eve and New Years Eve Eve in Cabo, so we headed back to that general direction. Found another fun wave at Migrino and camped on the beach for free, again. It was fun between tides, but non existent at high tide, and perilously rocky at low. Garen broke a fin off on his back, and we all hit rocks at some point. His back is okay Mom.
We saw our first scorpions! They were small and would not fight a spider in a death match even in our hastily created Thunderdome (noodle box).
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