July is the middle of the season. The southern swell keeps arriving, the dry season holds, and the point works more days than it does in any other month.
The temperature line above is worth keeping precisely because it says nothing. Tofo's water runs between 23.5° and 28.2° across a full year: under five degrees, and enough to make the wetsuit question moot. In Ireland or France the calendar is a series of decisions about rubber. Here it is a series of decisions about swell, and nothing else moves enough to matter.
What does move is the light. This far south the winter day runs about eleven hours, sunrise around six and dark by half past five, which is plenty but not the endless evenings of the summer months.
