It sucked that they didn't get the second of my session. The wave was everything I have been looking for, was carving up and down, pumped to get into the pocket a couple of times, fully free wired.

We went back into a cove with no traffic and it was about as butter as I am going to expect from this boat. I am still smiling as I write this. Brings back so much memory of surfing in Santa Cruz through high school and early college. So glad to have found this sport that I can get back to what I like to refer to the end of a session. "A state of blissful exhaustion"