Friday afternoon, Shani, Adam and I headed up to the mountains after school, from Adam’s house. We headed up Gibraltar road, which lead us farther up. The view kept getting better the farther we went along the road. We pulled over into the dirt and went to a well known place, the Gibraltar rock. We walked up and there was a little natural rock seat right on the edge of the cliff, one that I remembered from a previous time. Shani and Adam had left and I stayed back and took a few photos and enjoyed the view. I headed back to my truck, but when I arrived they weren’t there. My intention was to drive farther up and then find a place to climb up, but I heard Adam and Shani calling my name from afar, so I ran up the other side of the mountain, from where I could hear their faint voices. I climbed up the trail that eventually just turned into rocks, but it lead me to a huge rock that Adam and Shani were on the other side of. I followed them up the side of the rock and pretty soon we were looking way down on the rock we were on in the beginning. We decided to go farther up, because we spotted a trail that lead up to a lookout spot. We went to the top of the trail and the view was quite nice, with the sunset against the ocean and the fog coming down from the mountains. After a while of catching our breath and enjoying the view we decided to head back down and call it a day.

Saturday I woke up at 3:30 in the morning, and headed down to Oceanside with my dad for a surf contest at DMJ’s, which is on camp Pendleton. We arrived at around seven in the morning, and my heat was at seven twenty. The waves were very small, and it was raining which was very unexpected. I ended up losing early but I wasn’t very frustrated because the conditions were not good at all.

Santa Cruz and Mudding

On Friday after school, Sasha, Jack, Henry and I headed up to West Camino Cielo. We had my truck and Henry’s and we were ready to go on the dirt road. We traveled a while along the bumpy dirt road until we were nearly 6 miles up, basically in the middle of nowhere. There was a very large puddle that Henry decided to try and go through, but he got stuck. His truck was a lot bigger than mine so  I could not get him out. Sasha’s dad had to come to the rescue and pull him out late at night.

On Saturday morning I headed up to Santa Cruz for a surf contest on Sunday. The drive from Santa Barbara to Santa Cruz takes about about 5 hours, depending on traffic. My dad and I headed up on Saturday morning, so I could get there in time to surf and get used to the colder water. I was surprised when the water wasn’t as cold as I expected, but it was still a few degrees colder than the water here in Santa Barbara. I surfed at Steamer Lane on Saturday, and the conditions were fun, though it was a bit inconsistent due to the south swell that hadn’t picked up yet. Steamers is one of the most known surf spots in Santa Cruz, and every time I have been there, there has always been waves, even if they weren’t the best. This weekend though, the contest was at a different spot, the hook, where I have never surfed before. I didn’t really know what to expect. I checked when my heat was on the NSSA website. 6:30 AM. I was a bit surprised at this, I wasn’t even sure if it was light outside at 6:30 in the morning. We got some great sushi for dinner, but we had to walk through 6 blocks to get there first.

I heard my alarm go off at 5:30 a.m. and really did not want to wake up. I quickly got dressed and grabbed my wetsuit, which was still slightly wet from the day before. We arrived at the Hook, a place I have never surfed before, at about 6:00 in the morning. The waves looked small and clean, and reminded me of Mesa lane, a break here in Santa Barbara. I surfed my first heat and made it which was a bonus. The crowd of free surfers around were respectful and didn’t interfere with us which was nice. I got out in the next round, the semifinal, which was a bummer. Overall it was a fun weekend up north.