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With the wave of a hand and the nod of the heads, we acknowledged each other with smiles on our faces. We all knew it had been an insane trip to Cabo. As we we talked about the terrible waves out in front of us at T-street, we couldn’t help but bring up the fact that just days before, we were surfing in dreamlike conditions.

Just a week before, on a typical hot June day the phone had been ringing all day, but one call that day was 16 year-old Christian Wach, or should I say, coming through the phone was a surf starved grom making his attempt to get a summer trip booked.

 

On board was Christian, and 19 year-old Tommy Witt, both surfers from San Clemente. Booking a photo trip with two of the most talented wonder groms in the longboarding market today, there was no chance this wasn’t going to be a trip we’d ever forget, so by the time I’d hung up the phone with young Wach, the reservations were complete, via the internet.

Known best for it’s uncroiwded waves, and long glassy lines, these are the waves you hear people gossiping about, that you can only imagine about while listening back here in our little world of rush hour traffic, mounting bills, endless work loads, and still more bills...

On the plane down, Christian was telling me that after watching Joel and Wingnut surf fun little peaks at a spot called cerritos in the famous surf film “On Safari to Stay,” that he had always wanted to surf there.

“I knew it had to be the same spot when we first rolled up because I could picture Joel and Wingnut putting there stuff under this large palapa that was practically built into the side of the cliff.”

“The palapa sure didn't look the same as it had in the film,” added Christian.

“It looked like someone had gotten a bit tipsy and burned it down or something, but more than likely it just corroded away with the weather and swell. Who knows?”

Our first morning the jeep was loaded, and we were on the road by 7, and headed straight to Cerritos beach. About 45 minutes into the road trip to Cerritos, the groms visions of perfect Cerritos and what they’d remembered on video were replaced by the seemingly endless drive, see I knew where we were headed, and without briefing these co-pilots, they were fast to doubt my direction.

“When we finally found Cerritos after what seemed like hours of not knowing where the hell we were, we were so happy to find Cerritos with perfect conditions, that we pretty much disregarded all necessities such as wax and sunscreen,” added Christian.

Turquoise water, five surfers in the line-up, and consistent waist to head high sets were coming through as we topped the sandy crest, and before I had the Jeep stopped, the two quiet groms became the most stoked surf hungry groms I’d seen in a while.

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