He hadn't surfed in about 20 years, but heard the forecast and decided to longboard. Although Jerry and I were disappointed, we decided to go for it, and convinced the local bruddah to do the same. So we changed, waxed up and trotted down the beach. It was a calm, clear night with a nearly full moon overlooking Pipe. Dawn was still over a half hour away, so the moon backlit the lineup with a surreal reflection.
Darkness can truly amplify even small conditions into exciting moments.
The three of us traded waves for a few minutes, relishing the solitude and blackness. Unfortunately, it didn't last long. But the increasing crowd was understandable. Slowly but surely, the waves got better and better, with some sets pushing five feet. With the sunlight, I was reacquainted with our friend who we coaxed into the water.