As soon as I pulled in to the lot I saw a monstrous, beautiful wave break that made me think it was too big and I should look somewhere else, but I didn't have the luxury of time today. I figured the odds in my favor of making it out were less than even.
The whitewater was brutal, with several nasty dumping bars to surmount. After a looooooong battle the churning soup gave way to a smooth surface with well-defined peaks that I could zig-zag around. Just as I was starting to feel smug about my impending admission to the outside, a gigantic guillotine reared up and came down on my head.
The first one wasn't so bad, but the next, I dunno, eight or so tuckered me out. I started to get concerned if I could take another beating like that.
Bobbed around out there, not wanting to give up, but not wanting to become a newspaper story either. Another set came in so I called it a day. Officially denied, but oh so close! Time elapsed: about 35 min.
When I got out it didn't look as good anymore, and I didn't see anyone getting any more rides. Maybe I'll try again somewhere else tonight.
