Killer Shorebreak

On one of our infrequent surfing safaris, Cal and I head down to La Jolla one day. We check out some spots starting from Pearl Steet, and finally wind up at WindAndSea beach for the first time.

WindAndSea has one of the prettiest A-frame wave peaks you’d ever care to see. It pops up in this beautiful bowl, head-high to double overhead. It is beautiful. Alas, it is also too crowded for my taste. I have been hit by a surfboard before, and it is not an experience I care to repeat.

For most of the session, then, we hang out a little south of the main peak and ride the shorebreak. There is a unique quality to the waves here; they are thick and they pile up rather quickly and steeply, probably because of the steep bottom contour. If you’re not careful, you can wind up like a stone in a sling, pitched up and over and down headfirst into the sand.

Cautiously at first, I sample the waves. I compose a little mantra in my head to help me stay aware of the danger and avoid the jaws of the rocky shoreline; "Exit early and exit often" I keep repeating to myself. I start to get the hang of it, and begin to enjoy myself quite a bit.

There are lots of other body boards in the water, and so I head a little south from the main crowd. I find a niche between the gaggle of body boards and the pack of surfboards on the main peak. A big hollow bowl pops up; I go for it, and make a breathtaking, arcing, curving drop to the left. Racing along, I swoop through the bottom of the bowl, back up the far side, over the lip, and out. Yes! Yes! Hallelujah!