Around The World In 80 Waves

I go looking for waves this morning but it is flat everywhere. There really is no point in even putting my wetsuit on. I am a tad tempted watching all the people skating round on longboard skateboards to have a go at that instead, but the chunk of my right elbow which will never again be part of my right arm reminds me that it would probably be a bad idea.

It is a pity, but there was bound to be a flat spell or two on this trip. I head back to the hostel and go for a run along the sea front in Santa Barbara in the sunshine. It could be worse.

After freshening up I check out the forecast for some of the major breaks south of here:

http://magicseaweed.com/Rincon-Point-Surf-Report/272/

http://magicseaweed.com/Malibu-First-Point-Surf-Report/279/

http://magicseaweed.com/Huntington-Pier-Surf-Report/286/

http://magicseaweed.com/Trestles-Surf-Report/291/

It is worse than I thought. No waves for a week! What am I going to do with myself?

Clearly the only sensible thing to do is load up the little green surf machine and drive the 500 or so miles to Las Vegas to see what mischief I can find there. Wooo-hooo! Anybody else want to come and play in Sin City for a week?

Now where did I put my rhinestone jumpsuit?