summit

spent much of the weekend in santa barbara. drove up saturday morning and stopped off at seacliff for a bodyboarding session in fun but inconsistent waves. my brother drove down and met up with me there, but the swell had already started to drop off when he arrived and my hands had numbed to the point that i could barely turn the key to open the trunk of my car. water definitely seemed colder than i remembered. ice cream headache on the paddle out.

on sunday, we headed down to the pit to check the waves, but didn't even bother unloading our gear after a quick glance at the two-foot slop. after very nearly settling in for an afternoon of junky television, we decided to take a short hike. setting off up tunnel trail around 12:30 or so, we pressed on past rattlesnake connector and ended up trudging to the top of la cumbre peak, the tallest point in the front country range at just under 4,000 feet. after a quick break to enjoy the view, we scrambled back down the six-odd miles to my car. i forgot how punishing the descent is, with each jolting step on rust-yellow rock sending currents of pain into the calves and knees. definitely hurting today. looks like there might be a bit of swell in the water tomorrow and wednesday; thinking about heading straight to zuma after work now that we have an extra hour of daylight in the evening. might not be worth it if it takes more than an hour to get there, but we'll see.