Malibu or bust. We were looking forward to spending the weekend at Malibu... but then the wave reports started coming in. Small... dismal... tiny... this was on Tuesday of last week. Depressing. Originally we were shooting for a Wednesday departure date... but then it got pushed to Thursday... the next thing I knew, we were departing at 5:30 Friday afternoon. Bad wave forecasts can do that... But with much of the crew already down there, it was time to pack up and hit the road. Some of the Santa Cruz / Pedro Point Crew had already been down there since Wednesday. Troopers... we were beginning to look like serious slackers.
Putting our heads down I got behind the wheel and we got going. Black Betty sucks gas like it's nobodies business. It costs about 100 bucks each way to get her down to Malibu from Santa Cruz. With her temperamental attitude and sometimes hairy braking, We try to make sure there's always plenty in the tank, lest we give her another reason to cause trouble.
We pulled into the Malibu parking lot around 2:00am. My apologies to the people that woke up to Bettys thumping engine as we parked and let her cool down. We set up camp in the back- grateful that the police didn't seem to be ticketing the parking lot for camping this year... as has happened in the past, it's not a cheap ticket. 6:00 am rolled around too quickly and we awoke to the sound of cars pouring into the parking lot, people excitedly talking about their upcoming heats and of course Ozstar's car alarm going off... it was sort of an Alarm clock for the whole parking lot... just in case someone managed to sleep through all the other noise. Apparently he had locked his keys in his truck.... it took quite awhile for it to get turned off. Luckily everyone made their heats in time because of it.
The waves turned out to be much better than forecast, with a steady knee to waist high swell pushing in.
Saturday evening was dinner followed by drinking a few beers and hanging out talking story, calling each other out and reminiscing about old times. Apparently Agent Orange was playing across the street at the Malibu inn... but we took a pass, knowing that there couldn't be much of the original band intact.
The Borgesons, The Hegerles, and Rachel.