The forecast was for 4-6' sets for the dawn patrol on a declining swell. It was no more than shoulder high.
High expectations can really be a bummer.
Out of the darkness, a figure started talking to us. This local guy was deciding whether to go out, and he started going off with his pidgin english, swearing on every other word with his high-pitched voice. 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.