I snuck out there Thursday afternoon as well. Saw a homie packing up as I arrived around the south central end of the inner great highway. He told me not to go further north. Took my 6'3 CI Twin Pin that morning with Surfline's 5-8 foot forecast in mind (still making rookie errors!). In retrospect, SF buoy pinging around 5 at 15 when I paddled out.
Ran across the GH without giving it much of a look. All I could tell is it was empty, a little onshore, and chunky. Straight out into a pretty tough paddle. Didn't feel like I was making much progress and the outside seemed really far, well, outside. Finally out, some solid sets rolled through just north and outside of me. Okay, still paddling out then.
I was clearly undergunned if I wanted to take off on the peak, so I positioned myself for the shoulder. Got one that smoothed out after the drop and gave me a nice fat shoulder to carve. 10 minutes later, I'm caught inside by a big set. First thought is to try to get over it, but quickly becomes clear that the best I'll do is paddle right into the impact zone, so I sit and let it break 10 yards in front of me. Large wall of whitewater not duckdivable, so I dive down, relax and enjoy a decent ragdolling. Come up, take one more on the head, and I'm washed into the trench with the set continuing to break 75 yards further out. Satisfied with my adversity training, I call it a session. Not like I would have made it back out without losing the use of my arms today.
...and scene!