November 15th, 2008 by admin

Razor and I hit up Jordan River Camp.  We got out there around 10:30 and it looked very flat and there was no one around.  After watching for a few minutes we noticed there was actually some nice sets rolling in from waist to shoulder height coming from the Northwest.  (MagicSeaweed called for 7.5-8 footers.)

We went in straight off the parking point and got some nice little fun ones right off the bat.  It is quite shallow right off the point so we would have to bail off after a fairly short ride.

There was a graveyard of logs, drift wood and debris floating around in the water.  We were a fair ways out from the point now and I was riding a wave in when I looked down and saw big jagged rocks maybe 6 inches below the surface of the water.  I kept cruising and luckily a couple seconds later it got a little deeper again so I bailed off, “sacrifice the body and save the board” is what was going through my head.

After a short break we decide to venture across to the center of the bay.  Razor stayed and surfed here, where he said he got some nice rides in and I continued past the bay to a rock bed break.

Great waves about shoulder height.  My arms were feeling the burn from being out of shape and paddling so far but I stayed out for a few hours and caught some really fun rides.  Fairly shallow on some spots and big boulders rather than the gravel that makes up most of the bay. Worked a lot on my turning and feel like I am getting a much better feel for controlling my board under my feet.  There was no wind at all which made it very enjoyable no fighting against the white wash coming in, it was perfect.

It was a long paddle back after I had worn myself our catching waves.  When I finally got back to shore Razor told me that there was a sea lion that tailed me all the way across the bay just a few feet behind me.  I imagine that the flailing of my rubber arms and my out of breath grunting probably mimicked a wounded seal pretty closely.