Noah Collins, Los Angeles County

This last week, California has threatened, if only for a brief moment, to be a locale a devoted, on-the-daily surfer might reside. 

A couple solid little pulses stacked up for the better part of ten days, mildly disturbed weather, but nothing to send you for shelter. And also just not a lot of great surf. You’d hear it at each spot you came careening into, dozens of weekend warriors hoping to get a session in before bellying up to a desk:

“I mean, there’s a few.”

“I checked everywhere. It all looks kind of like, well, this…“

“Sandbars aren’t that bad…”

Spots with bottoms rocky enough to straighten out some warble looked alright, but for the most part this swell’s been a wash. Yet right under our nose here in Los Angeles, Brian Clifford swam out yesterday, in some fairly disgusting water, and connected on this reasonably delicious little AM morsel Noah Collins picked off. 

This morning, with fresh Northwest in the water, are you in your car, currently, bombing north on PCH or the 101, neck craning to the west at every turn in the coast? Hope you get some today. We’re all overdue.