Let there be waves...

Skipped out from the picnic and work a little early to go to Santa Cruz. Forecasts promised swell...winded down highway 17, battled traffic on highway 1 to 41st street...ran out of the car and peered over the rocks...to see...nothing. Pretty flat. Seems to be the theme of posts on this blog so far. Kind of discouraging session...the waves were hard to line up, I felt weak (5/4 zipperless wetsuit is somewhat constricting...somewhat of an overkill for the season, but I don’t have anything else), and there were too many people relative to wave availability. Pray for waves! (and a new wetsuit)