For me, the worst part of winter surf isn’t the cold. It’s the small window of time that you have to surf. With daylight savings taking away all hope of surfing after work it leaves us with early morning and the weekends. Now, here and there I can take off a few hours in the middle of a work day to get in the water, but for the most part I’m hoping for weekend waves.
With forecasting sites like Surfline.com and Magicseaweed.com you can pretty much pin-point when Saturdays and Sundays are going to have good surf. This leads you to start making plans for when you’re gonna meet up with your buddies at the beach – throwing around ideas of driving to new spots far from your home break because you have the time. Well, at least this is what happened last week. All week I checked the reports which were calling for a clean head high swell coming thru on Sunday. I was getting a sinking feeling in my stomach with every refresh of the web browser because I was unfortunately going to be nowhere near the beach.
And Sunday came and so did the waves. My friend George was able to get the beach while I sat far from it hopelessly refreshing web browsers. And wouldn’t you know it, clean head high surf just as they called it.