I may have a new favorite spot. It’s name is C street, aka Surfer’s Point, aka the Cove. The only problem is it is an hour and a half away (with no traffic and driving maybe a little too fast), and I don’t ever know which name to call it.
At 9 a.m. I made my way down the slippery steps to the break, and while waiting for a good time to make the leap took a couple rocks to the shin, adding to my bruise collection from board smacks and various other surf related mishaps.
Having surfed there a few times last week, faces were beginning to become familiar, and my bright blue board seemed to become recognizable in the crowd, an occasional nod and smile pointed in my direction. I bobbed around next to a few locals, and after much zipping back and forth a girl named Nikki paddled up to me and asked me a few questions about noseriding and how her last wave looked. A gorgeous brunette who looked like she was 20, Nikki surfs C Street almost every day with her husband, and to my surprise was a 36-year-old math teacher. Comically boisterous, loud, and kind of intense — math teacher was not what I would have pinged her for.
She kindly complimented me on my surfing, then asked if I had surfed here much and knew the “rules” of the parking lot. When I pulled in the lot was full and a few cars were waiting for spots, and I came around the turn and put my car in park in front of the others who were waiting…. one of them being Nikki. Even though I waited until it was my turn, apparently pulling in front of everyone was a BIG no-no. “I was thinking to myself, I’m gonna cut a b*tch,” Nikki said jokingly (but it still scared the shit out of me).
Welp, I’m going to remember to wait behind the line of cars for fear of getting cut…. glad math teacher and potential knife wielder Nikki is my new friend.
