After a week of flaccid outside sets reforming into double-up inside scraps we finally get some classic grey offshore rolling peaks. End of the day may not have been as big as earlier but so glad I left work early and got some. There's just nothing like watching a three or four wave set of large perfectly formed, textured peaks wrapping around a sandbar and offering themselves to anyone who happens to be in the right place at the right time. Pretty fun, especially if you make it all the way to the shoulder for an arcing gliding kick-out giving you some extra speed to paddle back outside avoiding any other waves that may be landing on your head. Of course there was the usual Ocean Beach madness of; rips pulling you out too far, waves pushing you in too far and my favorite, where you have ridden a wave half way in, are floating waiting for a close out ride to the beach and next thing you know your outside again. Always an interesting experience.