After a mile hike through dense forest, the surf became visible through a clearing in the pines. Our arms were tired from carrying all our boards and wetsuits, and our excitement to suit up was through the roof. It was around noon, and had spent the majority of the morning cleaning the van, driving around, and figuring out what spot would be working the best.
"Hey, look at that right!" James exclaimed after pointing towards a face left untouched by anyone out in the lineup.
"That actually looked kinda fun. Small, but fun. I say we go out there and wait for a few nugs to come through. I'm just looking to get in the water." My eyes lit up as I saw another small set come through. Few guys were out, and I could picture James and I hooting and hollering at each other as we shared some waves. "I just have to throw some duct tape on the log before we go out."
"Sounds good. I'll get my suit on. You can take the 4-3. That reminds me. I'm gonna shoot Caleb a text and tell him we're surfing here and to meet us at Safeway whenever we get out. They should be here soon, then we'll caravan south to the spot we were looking at on Google Maps. The report said that swell should be filling in later this evening. It looks very promising..."
"Fine by me. Let's suit up..."