First! Good because it's finally here. Actual wave quality was fair. Sets were in the DOH neighborhood. I couldn't line 'em up (ok I was chickenshit on the first and only one I lined up). But another guy was catching them. Get out if you can!

"Looks like a BRUTAL paddle. How long did it take you to get out?"

"17s period. The paddle wasn't a problem unless you paddled out during a set. Then, POW, ri ..."

"Not to be a downer and stoked for the people who paddled out and got some. But I can't be ..."

"Not necessarily good surfing, really. First, it's burly as F out there. Second, you had ..."

"Paddleout wasn't too bad. Although Ralph Kramden got me just before I made the lineup. I e ..."

Totally fucking blown-out. For those of us who use bay conditions as a proxy for wind at OB, this kind of report is helpful.

I'm calling this spot other-other. I went in search of anything today and found something! It had an alkalai bouquet. This was due to it being served extra-chilled. The terroir was detectable with occasional sediment. It was zippy on the front, but flabby on the finish. Fortunately my palate had been clean for weeks, if not months. So anything not named Charles Shaw was going to be appreciated. I paired it with something more substantial, but I think a fish would be ideal.

It probably would not be worth the distance during our city fall harvest. I wouldn't even call this the Barbera that you drink while waiting for the Barolo. But at this time of year it was akin to the Beaujolais release.

"Admit it, you surfed the Foie Gras. I ain't judgin'"

"If there is a location buried carefully in here to avoid detection by the un-cognescenti, ..."

"does it pair well with harbour seal?"

"PretentiousReport."

I thought the outside looked promising. It turned out to be crossed up in the haze.

Fine here is a report from Sunday afternoon around 2:30, a few hundred yards off the ferry building (sorry if that's too specific). The wake from the redneck rocket boat created something that might have vaguely approximated surfing. Or at least a small amount of glide under the paddleboard. I promptly gave the asshole driving that thing the finger. The tourists did not seem to understand my displeasure.