After a long, dry, hot and windy winter, we were beginning to think that the swell was never gonna come and that the water would stay it’s February frigid self. For some reason, the water temp stayed cold for longer than usual, and a strange outburst of Cross Fit classes popped up all over the area filled with dudes trying to keep themselves entertained (and appropriately ripped) because the surf was acting rather strange.
Finally, with Semana Santa quickly approaching, the swell showed up on the first day of our full house of guests, and it came with a vengeance. Scaring off most who welcomed it, we had three takers who wandered over to Colorado to take their chances. Upon arriving, the two mountain boys (one from Toronto and one from Colorado) noticed something strange about the wave. There wasn’t a single person out there. They sat and watched the monster sets come through and made the executive decision not to die that day, and to walk back to their home break of Amarillo.
In a flash, a long lanky fella from Southern California came running down the beach hootin’ and hollerin’ telling the boys not to leave, and saying that there is a gem a little further north from the massive peak of thundering Colorado. The boys didn’t look convinced, but Bo assured them that it would be fun (although he admitted that he hadn’t paddled out yet for fear that no one would have seen him, and he may have not returned).
So after much persuasion, the three of them headed out into the great blue Pacific, not knowing how heavy it actually was and pioneered this odd day of empty waves at the ever popular Colorado beach break.
Turns out that ‘ol So-Cal was right as he took the first drop with calculated ease and was followed immediately by Rojo (from Toronto). Benny sat back still, psyching himself out and cussing at the other two about how he could definitely beat them at a drinking contest or something else for sure.
It got quite boring as a photographer with only three dudes out. I know it doesn’t seem possible, but I actually got tired of shooting empty waves.
Benny finally got his wave, and Rojo finally ate shit. Not before smiling for the camera though.
So it turns out that ‘ol So-Cal was right and it was his fearless intuition that took those brave surfers into swell that was actually handleable (is that a word?) and they came out unscathed. Well, their bodies unscathed anyway. Benny is still trying to think of something that he is better than them at…
This is the real surf report, because we are actually here, surfing,
not sitting on our asses watching a satellite.
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