Last Sunday a storm hit the coast. It was big and windy. The open ocean (Westport) probably would’ve been a total shit bucket so that leaves the Strait. With a south wind that day and sizeable swell it probably would’a been pretty good.
Saturday night i managed to drink myself into oblivion and when i got a call from Ki at 530am to go surf i decided to bag it due to 1. my being completely drunk still and 2. not wanting to drive out to the Strait.
Later that day after i’d had a chance to sober up i got the idea to drive up to Ebey State Park and check out the beach–some recon. Both of us have never been and though it would be a nice way to kill a few hours on an otherwise crappy Washington fall day. Ki convinced me to not bring my surf shit and i was in no shape to debate so i left it. I told him i was going to punch him if it was working.
About an hour:15 and a short ferry ride we showed up to the beach. And it was working. Sick little wave.
I still owe Ki a blast to the arm.
Check out the rest of the pictures on Ki’s website.
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