Paddling out at big Rincon can be something of a Hell mission. We waited a long time on the beach above the Indicator for a lull in the punishing overhead sets. When we saw clear horizon, we leaped into action. I rode prone in whitewater to the beach, walked back around the top of the point, and waited for another lull. After about ten minutes one came and I got out pretty easily on my second try.
Timing is everything.
I paddled way out and wide around the very top of the Indicator as more thumping ten foot faces swept the beach. I'm at the top of the Indicator, instead of in the Cove where I usually surf. I floated into the lineup at the Indicator and found Tim. We were both bumming a little about the chop, but things were far from hopeless out there. The crowd was not too bad for Rincon.