This weekend Southern California experienced monstrous waves. Definitely the biggest since I moved out West about a year ago. According to news sources, the combination of very hot weather (I’m guessing in-land because the weather in San Diego has been a steady Eddy 75 degrees or so) and “50-knot winds that developed off Tahiti” and blew toward Southern California led to unusually large waves – Surfline was calling for waves of seven to ten feet at La Jolla Shores.
I took advantage of the unusual conditions by rushing to Windan’sea Beach Friday evening after work with Reggie. Since low tide Friday was at 5:30p, Reggie and I were able to scoot around the big rocks on the main part of the beach to the side of the beach where the life guards couldn’t see her splashing around in the ocean without a leash on (gasp!). By the time we settled in around 6:45p, a crowd of spectators had gathered on the hill to watch the surfers brave the waves. It was truly spectacular to watch the talented surfers catch waves of this size. It was also horrifying to see a surfer miss a wave and then get beat up by another wave rolling in before he could recover. The eight to ten foot waves kept rolling in on Friday. And Saturday morning. I was trying to imagine what thoughts would be going through my head if I was out on my board. Probably nothing appropriate to publish on the blog.
Other than a quick dip in the water Saturday morning after a run, I didn’t make it out with my board. I heard the undertow was pretty wicked and that life guards spent a significant amount of time in the water over the weekend pulling out folks that got whisked away by the powerful waves. I did notice when I was throwing the ball out for Reggie that the waves were unusually strong and therefore we were careful not to get out too far. She is definitely getting braver in the waves but I figured it wasn’t a good weekend to push it too much.
