Instead, the opportunity to surf came up a little more unexpectedly. My parents and I had over ten days at the house on Palo Seco, and I decided that was a bit too long without some adventure. I looked up areas nearby and suggested we take a day trip to Dominical, a small hippie beach town about twenty kilometers past Quepos, a small city we'd been to often. The day we picked to go, we delayed departing because it was drizzly, so there seemed no rush to get there.
We arrived in Dominical, indeed a small hippie beach town, around 3pm. We found the local brewery, which was mostly open air but also strangely large for such a small town. Luckily, the weather had cleared up, so it was a pleasant afternoon to sit outside. I left my parents with drinks on the way and ventured down to the water... just to see. On my way to the ocean, I must have walked past at least six surf shops, which piqued my interest. When I got to the beach, I saw exactly what I'd been hoping to see: midsize waves filled with bobbing figures waiting to catch the next perfect swell.
The main stretch near the beach |
Honestly, my time at Dominical was probably one of the best surf sessions I've ever had, despite the less-than-ideal conditions. We were only an hour or so away from high tide, so the waves were breaking pretty close to a beach with very rocky sections that were not fun to land on or walk through on the way to deeper water and smoother sands. The waves were probably 4-5 feet. But I got up quickly and had some great rides, even feeling comfortable enough to go a bit deeper than I usually do and to really work on that intuitive feeling of dropping into a wave.
Post surf marg |