Checked the nob, the mob, and the sob earlier which resulted in admiring those who were charging it; however, those lines of whitewash weren't really enticing me to have a good ole fashioned paddle battle with mother nature. So to the south I went where things were much mellower and surprisingly pretty damn good. Rode a bigger board today which made things that much sicker. It is always rad to see dudes who are in their 60s or 70s charging waves. It is comforting to know I'll have a stoke source for as long as I can manage to get out in the water.