Just got off a week on-call that ended with a last minute graveyard shift and 24 hours no sleep. Anyway, woke up wide awake at 5am yesterday and decided to jump in the North Pacific for a cleanse despite a lackluster forecast. A crossed-up combo swell was running. Short period NW with some sporadic long distance SW swell. hit Oregon's Malibu and it was relatively quiet. People must be returning to work. Paddled out away from the pack to hit this little right-hand wedge by myself only to hear, "Sorry to paddle up on you. I just moved here from California." Dude was nice but he followed me around peak to peak, chatty Larry. Anyway, eventually found a really nice A-frame and ran into a friend I have not seen in two years. We basically had the peak to ourselves for just shy of three hours. It was overhead on the peak, then opening up to Long shoulder high walls (lefts were better, backhand for me forehand for her) Still on my twin fin. God I love that board. Its like an enhanced connection between my mind and my feet. Lots of waves. Back in the City by 1ish. Went to work, a little sunburnt, crispy and smelling slightly of piss. Slept like a log last night but now have a stiff back....