On a sloppy day at camel, at 5:30 p.m., I talked myself into paddling out to join about 30 people to rebound from my lost gun blues. There were waves to ride, but not great by any stretch of imagination. The sun set beautifully at around 7:20 and the crowd quickly vanished leaving only three of us to make sure no good waves got passed us. The wind completely stopped and the formerly dead-low tide close-out started jacking up and ripping off the bar! We decided to stay out though the horizon was fading to darkness. The guy rode a wave all the way in, leaving a gal and I in the moonlight riding many waves. When I slipped out the back of a long ride, I made the decision to paddle right back out, for the waves were better than I had seen them all day. Upon arrival back into the line-up, I noticed that she was still there. We repeated this process time after time until I said to her, "If you are going all the way in, let me know, but as long as you are out here, I'm staying." Riding a meaty wave in the dark all alone is what I had to do to when she rode in!
