Burros Revisited…
.. or alternatively titled: How I Never Want to Surf Burros Again*.
So the swell continues, thank goddess. We went on a voyage today looking for waves, first to “new favorite break”, second to La Lancha and finally to Burros. Trusty Burritos, never dissapoints, but unless you surf every freakin day, you better come with a freakin longboard. Sets were late as is the usual, but still some nice, heavy, overhead, outside sets and a gnarly, unusual backwash. Caught a few choice rides and one or two on the dome. But the crowd has me in belligerent mode. I work for myself, so why do I always go at rush hour? #$%&^% That’s the sound of me kicking my own ass.
And on the way back we pulled up next to a pick-up truck of one of the local homies, who we had seen parked at the Veneros / El Paredon parking. Turns out El Paredon was overhead as well. I almost swallowed my teeth.
As a consolation prize I bought myself a sixer of Heineken (rare treat) and promptly ate an entire pack of baked tostadas with a whole cup of roasted tomatillo salsa. mexico rocks.
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*um, until maybe the next swell
