The One that Got Away

Lately, I've been either at the right place at the wrong time or at the wrong place at the right time. Needless to say, I haven't ridden decent waves in a while. Today, however, my luck changed... well sort of. I came across a spot that, although usually doesn't go off, was producing a-frames galore. To make things even better, there was hardly anyone out. I couldn't believe I was actually at the right place at the right time. It's too bad that's where my luck ran out, though. You see, I didn't have my gear. This was definitely a sesh that got away.

I decided to lick my wounds and take some pictures at my usual spot. It looked fun over there too, which only rubbed salt into my wounds.

I'll try to catch a sesh this afternoon, but that would probably put me in the same predicament that I've been in lately - the right place at the wrong time.