I almost never name surf spots in the photos I take, out of respect for the local surfers and the spots they deserve to enjoy in peace.
Unless there’s a publicly-held surf contest involved (a la Mavericks), I usually just label the photo “Central Coast,” or something non-descript – which could mean hundreds of surf spots over three or four counties depending on your definition of “The Central Coast.”
But for this set of photos I nabbed this week, during another epic El Niño swell that wreaked havoc on the coast, it’s pretty clear where these were taken in the Golden State.
I’ll leave it at that (Hint: the bridge in the background rhymes with Golden State).
What I will say is that this is a “locals only” type break. In fact, it was epic on this day, and this surfer first, hack photographer second, didn’t even go out … out of respect for locals enjoying this rare overhead day.
And I’ve lived in SF and went to San Francisco State, for a year at least, before tuition and rent did me in. I also have a bit of a shoulder injury going on, but, on this day, it was worth risking arthroscopic shoulder surgery for.
But those ragged rocks on the inside, not to mention the hard fists of the locals in the parking lot, had me enjoying the stoke from afar.
One day. One day.
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