Bring some more waves

For that slightly askew group of people who rise with the sun to

plunge their bodies into the cool ocean water, it hasn’t really been

summer for a few years.

That’s because the surf has stunk for more than two years now.

No epic days at the Wedge, when you can drop straight down a

15-foot wall of water to the wet sand below. No clear mornings at

Newport Point, just south of the Newport Pier, which goes off

infrequently but when it does it’s like no other wave in Southern

California. Heck, there’s hardly been a string of days with head-high

sets.

That changed during the past month, when thanks to the blessing

(up here) of Eastern Pacific hurricanes, each morning (and an evening

or two) offered something to ride.

Now, just one request:

More!