By the time we got out to Juan Ponce Beach Park, South Brevard, the wind had started to luff the American Flag beside the ceramic mural of Ponce De Leon. I am anxious. I know what this means in these parts and this time of year. You're lucky you get three waves before the wind does its thing and he's lollygagging on me something fierce.
Sean goes for his wetsuit and I am like "we have to get in the water, now!" Just before 8 a.m. and the water was in the upper 70s so, I'm not sure why he needs it, other than he has zero-percent body fat, that might have something to do with it.
Sure enough I paddled out only slightly ahead of him, take one semi-bumpy right, turn around and the wind was all but howling out of the north-north, then shifted out of the east, dead on shore.
The drift started and the tide got higher, and higher, and before you know it all you can catch are whitewater walls into the shorepound. But we still had some fun.
10:30 a.m. We decided to check Longboard House in Indialantic. This is what we do when, basically, there's nothing else to do. So much to look at. Superfish just to my liking, brand new, 7'6 is a little bit out of my price range. There is the SUP argument brewing in my head but after last weekend the former is the way I am leaning now. I can get a nice, large SUP sometime later. I need something I could conceiveably bring to Ireland with us, if luck hits and we get to go again soon.
Sean is looking at another Merrick 6'0". He wants to got a little more, box tail, or egg this time, and not the fish.
Just after 12:00 we head to Ocean Avenue. I call my wife, and make her dial up surfcam.net on the computer so she can see us waving to her on the dune walkover. Cool. We paddle out into the slop but something happens. It's more organized, and powerful. Three solid lefts and a couple of drops and I have done all I can do today on this wave.
Tomorrow we head north for a session in Volusia County.
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