Report: "River of Fulton"
         I met TW at VFW's at 8:30am. Air tempurature 54 
         degrees, water @51 dgrees, light offshore wind,
         glassy, 7-9' a-frames were piling onto the Fulton
         Street bar. They were breaking hard and hollow and
         sucking mud as they moved over the inner bar. My
         wetsuit was wet and cold from the day before. We
         paddled out, duck-diving countless waves before making
         it outside. Right away I got a good right, big and
         open and juicy. I paddled for a left and pulled out
         as TW dropped in deeper. A few more nice waves came
         my way and then my leash snapped when I failed to
         punch through the back of a close-out. It took me a
         while to swim in to the beach and by the time I got in
         I was way down in Kelly's Cove. I ran back to the van
         and grabbed another leash. As I was heading back out
         I saw TW and Dan walking south to get back to Fulton. 
         We paddled back out without too much trouble. I
         hooked into a big right-hander and stuck a late drop. 
         It was a long ride and I rode it too far inside,
         paying for it dearly. Try as I might I could not get
         back outside. I ducked-dived about 50 waves and it
         was only my fury that kept me from turning around. By
         the time I made it I was about a hundred yards from
         Seal Rocks. I paddled as hard as I could against the
         current but could not pass Balboa Street. I ran into
         TW then and we decided to call it a session.