The last time I was at Rialto there were telephone poles in the water. It was November and my friend Matt and I had decided to hike into the Hoh Rainforest. It rained the entire time and we drank a lot of whiskey. Surfing, on the other hand, never came up in conversation.

So you can imagine my surprise when Karissa and I arrived at Rialto to find two people in the water with head high swells peeling across the beach. It was cold, but it wasn't raining.

As it turns out, I happened to know (in that 'remember me from the Surfrider event' sort of way) one of the guys in the water. His name is Greg and he rides a very short board.

I watched him paddle into a half a dozen waves, each with the same tenacity. He's a better surfer than I am, and it was interesting to watch him make the most of what rolled in.

We didn't stick around long enough to say hello, it was too damn cold, but I did manage to snap a few photos of Greg and his friend surfing just before sunset.

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