After this El Niño winter of non-stop swells, most of my weekend mornings, if not all, were spent surfing. When the waves are good I have a moral obligation to take advantage of them, knowing that come the flat spells of summertime I am going to regret every second that I did not do so. As a result, non-ocean-related activities suffered a little bit this winter, not necessarily the worst problem to have.
This weekend morning in April I checked the surf report to see that surfing was not in the cards. What to do? Go downtown? Been there quite a bit lately. Go to Mexico? No one else I know seems to find this entertaining like I do. Dive into one of the books in my book queue? Reading is better left for the not sunny days or nighttime.
The clear answer was to go on a hike. The options that came to mind were Torrey Pines and Potato Chip Rock, both popular hikes in San Diego that I somehow had never gotten around to in my nearly 6 years of living in this city. I opted for Torrey Pines due to its proximity, ocean views and cool sea breeze (shadeless hiking in inland San Diego on a sunny day can be brutal). Potato Chip Rock would have to wait for the next waveless weekend.
So Torrey Pines it was.
Time lapse of the wind swell waves at Torrey Pines.
After covering most of the trails and burning my shoulders pretty good, it was time to head back to the car.