The day after Colorados brought a lot more of the same. Out of the four guests that we had had, two of them had left, and one of them was sick. The last remaining guest was scheduled to leave the next day. We had already surfed a fun session in the morning, and since it was nearing the end of the week, the vibe all around the camp was pretty relaxed. We almost ended up not going, but our most seasoned guide Brad who had been surfing the area the last few months, suggested we hit one more spot as a sendoff to our guest. Again, we weren't really expecting much, but I decided to bring my camera as well as my board just in case.
The spot we ended up hitting was called Rancho Santanas. I would almost best describe it as Colorado’s older sister. Both are sand bottom beach breaks which chuck picture perfect barrels when the conditions align. However, where Colorados is a very fast, aggressive wave, Santanas requires you to make sweet love to it in order to surf it properly. At Colorados, if you want to get barreled, you need to stand up as fast as you can, pump, and then try and duck before the lip decapitates you. The wave is a quick, dumping barreling wave which often closes out. At Santanas it’s almost the opposite. There is a main peak at Santanas, with a couple more peaks down the beach. The main peak is a perfect A frame which jacks up, continues to jack, slowly starts to break at the peak, and once it gains momentum starts forming a barrel as the wave starts to hit the inside and the weight of the water behind it causes it to start falling upon itself. Things can change depending on the tides, but if you surf the main peak you need to learn how to fade in order to line yourself up properly with the tube. Not every wave barrels either, and Santanas peels a lot more slowly than Colorados so if you just get up and start pumping you can find yourself outrunning the wave.
In any case, none of this information was known to me when I first paddled out. The only thing Brad told me as I pulled up was that the wave was a beachbreak similar to Colorados except he liked this one better. There were a lot of peaks so the best thing to do was to find a peak and sit on it. With that he tossed my board in the water and I promptly jumped in after it.
I ended up paddling into an empty spot between two of the bigger peaks. From the boat all you could see were the back of the waves, so I wasn’t able to gauge what the waves were like until I got into the lineup. Almost as soon as I stopped paddling and looked to my sides, a perfect, 6 foot wave came in at the peak and unloaded into a perfect A-frame with a barrel section. For the second time in 48 hours my jaw dropped. And then a second wave came in, and a third, and a fourth. I looked to the other peak on the opposite side of me and it was almost the same thing but in reverse. It was about 2 and a half hours till sunset and it was perfect glass. I swear I just sat there in awe.
I finally snapped out of it when Brad paddled up to me. I took off on my first wave, but unfortunately I ate it. Since I had surfed Colorados the day before my timing was off. The next wave was better, and then the next one was a barrel. I turned to see Brad pull into a tube. For the next 45 minutes we just sat there trading off wave after wave after wave, paddling back and seeing the locals put on an absolute clinic on the main peak.
The correct way to ride the wave....
The incorrect way. Alternate caption: The price of failure.
After about an hour I finally remembered I had brought my camera. I paddled a half km back out to the boat, traded my board for fins and hopped back out into the water and swam to the lineup. The sun was dropping lower and lower into the sky and it was lighting the waves perfectly. There were so many waves coming in that it grew frantic. I would point my camera at the main peak, snap a few shots, then whip a 180, change a couple settings on my camera and try and snap a few more pics of the other peak, and then vice versa. There were so many waves and so much power in them, I actually ended up losing a fin. The thing never surfaced so I ended up finishing the session with one fin on.
Eventually, the froth grew unbearable and I ended up swimming another half km out to the boat, traded my fins for my board and spent the last 30 minutes of daylight surfing. It was so difficult to make the call to leave. When we finally started calling out to our captain, he whipped the boat around and almost pulled directly into the lineup. We frantically threw our boards on to the boat and took off. I remember getting launched into the air as the boat tried to crest a set wave. On the boat ride back everyone was super stoked.
For the second day in a row, we had scored.