California's White Collar Working Class Forgets Surf Etiquette After Summer Dry Spell

Indian Summer is upon Northern California [surely, the last standing politically incorrect phrase the wolks of San Fran still cling to].

The long awaited September & October "solace" months of warm weather have officially arrived, after the bleakness of an overcast summer dissipates. Ah yes, Santa Ana''s down south.

Fall is back, baby.

In English?

California''s professionals have just returned from adult summer camp. 3 months of less than optimal surf, and 4 new hobbies later, neighbor Bill is all of a sudden a Rockwall gym whore. You have your own climbing shoes? Fuck off!

Surfline''s last few days worth of cam rewinds tell us a few things:

- The sun is back in the north - Rights are back in the south - Chief of War is going to be mid, sans Eli Olson''s cameo

Local Hero, or Visiting Pro? (I couldn''t care less.) North Ocean Beach Tesla-driving Pacifica-Graduates have invaded a coveted SF peak. 15 lone souls make a break for it under the HB pier at once. Pleasure Point infiltration. The usual suspects.

Californians, especially those above Point Conception, are antsy to get back out in the line up. And it shows. Hell, I''m one of them. But hey, I still have time to get in shape before the first proper northwest swell of the season, right? Guys?

California''s Fall Bingo Card

- Local "coulda been pro" bogs rail on set wave - Real Estate Rick snakes grom - Grom snakes kook - ''Cam-Rewind Ralph'' is back on the gram - Bail Boy forgets how to duckdive on the first swell over 2 feet - Friendo speaks loud enough for the whole peak to hear about his new gig in venture capital