Circumstances allowed for some extra time this morning, so I found myself pushing the Xterra hard, doing 90 up the 5, racing the rising tide. San-O or bust. The drive is about 20 minutes from my house, assuming no traffic or Imperial entanglements. I had some cash for parking - briefly thought about swinging by the ATM, just in case, but the stack of one's in my wallet would certainly suffice. I pulled up to the ranger shack. "$10", I was told. I had $8. (Hello, Surfline? Update your increasingly fucking worthless site. Thanks!)
No time to dwell on my misfortune. I turned around and headed back south, jumping off the freeway at Carlsbad Village Drive. Pulled off at the northern sector of Terramar; looked decent enough, and relatively uncrowded - a handful of surfers, along with two guys on kayaks. The PCM in all its 9'6" glory is a dream to paddle; I quickly got outside and waited for the waves.
The session started out as a frustrating one; chalk it up to still being pissed about the failure at San-O, or the fact that my last couple of paddle-outs have been on the considerably shorter Hog, but my timing was waaaay off. The board does not like late takeoffs. I managed to get my head right after a while; stroked into a decent left that I rode to the shore, even edging my way to the nose at one point. (My next attempt at a noseride resulted in me going ass over teakettle; I'm sure that the PCM looked lovely as it cartwheeled majestically through the Carlsbad sky, but the thought of getting beaned in the skull by that monster was slightly unnerving.) By that point I was beat, and withdrew. Every session that teaches you something is a good one, I suppose. Lessons learned today: get into the wave early, and always bring a ten-spot with you.