Having paid our visit to Dewey, we were encouraged by the online surf reports to return to the north coast to give it another shot with the arrival of the second swell. The swells were down to a respectable seven to 12 feet, the skies blue, and temperatures in the mid-80s F, with the winds still out of the south. Our search led us past a few potential stops, but we were keen to check the bays, and one in particular. (As you know, it's accepted surfer etiquette never to broadcast the location of a good surf break.) Once we arrived off the long, desolate, beach, its beige-colored sand concealed by tall, orange-hued headlands, no guinea pig was necessary. From a quarter of a mile off the beach, we could see the azure crests pitching to shore with veils of spray. I once sketched a scene much like this in a notebook as I daydreamed of surfing perfect waves.