Today was just too nice to surf. It was t-shirt and shorts, barefeet-in-the-sand weather, a January Sunday so warm, sunny and offshore that every summer weekend warrior within 100 miles of the coast descended on the handful of breaks that weren't scary huge.
Heavy sigh. So instead, S and I hiked the scenic Montara mountain trail from the main beach to Gray Whale Cove.
Montara was running more that double-overhead, mostly closing out but with some barrels seeming big enough to drive a truck though. We could hear the powerful surf from the trail, crashing with loud booms into rocks and sand.
I was surprised to find that Gray Whale Cove is a nude beach. One guy was fishing clad only in his permit. Sorry, no pictures.
Today was just too nice to surf. It was t-shirt and shorts, barefeet-in-the-sand weather, a January Sunday so warm, sunny and offshore that every summer weekend warrior within 100 miles of the coast descended on the handful of breaks that weren't scary huge. Heavy sigh. So instead, S and I hiked the scenic Montara mountain trail from the main beach to Gray Whale Cove.
Montara was running more that double-overhead, mostly closing out but with some barrels seeming big enough to drive a truck though. We could hear the powerful surf from the trail, crashing with loud booms into rocks and sand.
I was surprised to find that Gray Whale Cove is a nude beach. One guy was fishing clad only in his permit. Sorry, no pictures.
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