Lobster Run

Seems the lobster craze has ran its course.  Fewer and fewer individuals trying their hand.  We went out last weekend, but even though the sky was sunny, the water was turned up and murky.  Could literally not see your hand 2 feet away from your face.

I did manage to loose a swim fin.  Still beyond me how or when it came off.  Oh well, patience and good eye site helped retrieve it as the ocean tends to spit out the things she doesn't like.

Seaside restaurants and markets have purchased their share of the spiny crustaceans and for the right price you can still enjoy what the coast has to offer.

Lobster Season

Fall is upon the coast, and along with that comes lobster season.  Buoy floats identifying the traps dot the horizon around the kelp beds.

Yesterday I saw not less than 5 people snorkeling out to try their luck in grabbing the crustaceans by hand.  None appeared to be successful.  Although it could certainly be argued just being in the water is victory enough.

The Rescue?

The siren of the deep sings to us.  Pulling us towards the bliss of the sea.  Yet I wonder, is this calling to enlighten us, or to ensnare us?

Sunset walks

The weather has cooled, and I have been taking my lovable lady for walks at night.  The low tides have really exposed the beaches and makes for a very pleasent trek.





Hot & Humid

September 14th, and Chrissy Russo is predicting record high tempertures for the weekend.  100 plus inland, and high 90's along the coast.  The water was already full of surfers this morning in an attempt to beat the heat.  My dog seems to suffer the most, but I have acquired a fan since the last heat wave and that should help.

As for me, my afternoon run will be at Black's Beach, and not on my usual dirt trail.  Penasquitos Canyon is beautiful, but gets very little breeze.  I plan to keep hydrated with large amounts of H2O and a myrid of local brews.  You have to love the San Diego beer scene.

The weekend is here, I say put on the board shorts, hit the water, and bring on the heat!

Breaching Dophins

I went to sleep last night excited that I had made the choice to rise early and hit the surf before work.  When the alarm went off at 6:30 I found my excitement had waned and it was all I could do to pull my sorry ass out of bed.

After a morning cup of coffee and a look out the window at an empty ocean I decided to give it a try.  I found a shorty wet suit and put it on.  Thankfully it was dry and I didn't have to deal with the cold shock of a soaking wet suit.

In the water by 7:15 and found myself alone on the ocean.  The combination of school being back in session and a fairly small swell made for some me time on the sea. 

After about 15 minutes a pod of 6 dolphins swam by.  They were playing and frolicking in the water.  Perhaps laughing at my ineptitude in the water, or maybe just enjoying the morning as well.  All were extremely active with one breaching.  It was the first time in the wild I had seen it happen and it more than paid me back for the lack of sleep.

Below is not my picture, but the best I could find that shows the breaching.

Summer's Swell

Labor Day has come and went, and with it goes the summer.  I had a great late night session with my son last Thursday.  The water was like bath water, or as close as the Pacific gets.  Surfed until dark, no "Green Flash", but then what do you expect from something that does not exist? 

Trunked it again on Sunday and caught a cold.  The water temp had dropped and more wet suits than not were seen.  Disappointing had it not been for my best wave of the summer. 

I am told fall brings bigger waves and smaller crowds.  It sounds like the perfect match.  Time will tell.