Sunday morning there was not a wind and the swell had arrived. But within 5 minutes of paddling out, it was a steady 40+ mph with huge gusts. I have never seen wind come up so fast in my life. It took two people to wrestle each board up the cliffs and even that was sketchy. Here's a perfect swell going to waste:
Then shit started burning...
Yeah - it was really nice. The wind was driving sand and dust everywhere. The smoke made everything spooky, and the surf was long gone. Oh yeah - it was 90 degrees and the power was out. The wind carried away the 'C' in Casablanca, turning it into 'Asablanca.'
It would have been funnier if the wind had also brought an extra 'S.'
The smoke and wind made for some sureal views.
It wasn't too pleasant in the water. Constant paddling against the wind, stinging spray everywhere, totally blind takeoffs if you could get 'em. And then when you tried to turn at all the wind would pick up the board and toss you out the back of the wave.
Ah vacation memories!
