Jay the Bartender lives right down the road from Asilomar.
He put in the call to me and I put in the call to the Friendly
Giant. We'd be blowing off Santa Cruz today to surf the local
break. Of course, as is the case sometimes when playing phone tag,
no one showed but me. It was just as well. She was frigidly cold today
and very testy. Every ten minutes or so, a promising left break
started to form that was blown down by heavy winds.

Only a dozen braved the chop this morning, half of those were speed
bumps. Still, an hour later, when I was just starting to get feeling
back into my fingers and toes, I'd have to say it was well worth it.