A contingent of the Unofficial Networks crew is in San José del Cabo, Mexico with our new buddy Brian Lam. Here is a report from Brian’s blog thescuttlefish.com on some night surfing that went down this week in the Sea of Cortez.

Wednesday, After Dark:
The moon was almost full, and the lights from the city were helping guide us, too. The southern swell was wrapping its way into the mouth of the Sea of Cortez and finding me here in this warm place called another California, but with water nothing like California I call home. For starters, the sun had just gone down over the desert instead of the ocean. But across the sea and below a bank of still clouds was the moon. It was casting a shadow so we could see the waves, so crowded only a few hours before with beautiful Mexicans and pale skinned tourists, all wave hungry. And now, we were alone.

Every wave was ours, even though we could only tell they were coming by the shadow and faint shimmer. And the waves grew taller and glassier as the night went on. Someone up on the lookout point above tried to take a photo and a flash went off. Lighting fired in the northern sky, too. But there was no more light after that and my eyes adjusted and then relaxed because my eyes knew they were not as important as they previously thought they were to the riding of waves. And because of this muscle memory–as well as memory of how every wave fundamentally works and every board fundamentally works and how every surfer’s body fundamentally works with the wave–all came alive. More alive, I should say. Because of seeing less and feeling more. Wave after wave came, all of them cloaked in darkness that only the shimmering betrayed.

Back on land, closer to midnight, I lay exhausted thinking that tomorrow night, the moon would be at its fullest.

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