We rolled up to a head high set peeling off. Saw a couple people out that couldn't seem to find the peak
Ding finished his beer and called it, "Let's get it now before she floods...". I swallowed the last of the mook's crap coffee and agreed.
Shift change as we climbed across the rocks and logs, leaving one other out and a ways down thebeach . Zippery rights, held up by the wind, making late takeoffs the only way in. Lefts that put you into the impact zone south...... best ignored unless the 15 minute paddle is your thing.
Super fun peelers, much better than the other day, no threading the rip out to unpredictable peaks. Today it's all about paddling the peak off, into the angle where the lift throws you down the line as the wall holds herself up. Pull a hard turn and move to the nose while your hand feels the lip dropping over your shoulder.
The rain begins to hammer down with the gusty wind and the tide is pushing, but the wave, as close to shore as it is just keeps running and running along the edge where it was closing out, the wind holds back the wall and lets the lip peel off maybe 75 yards......
We surf til we're sated, no sitting, just rotation and laughs about waves ridden. We call each other into sets or give them up as the peak shifts away from where we are. Thebeach is empty as the weather worsens, a seiner pulls in for shelter and the grey light darkens although sunset is still a ways off. The boat's light brightens as the clouds thicken wetly. They have a cold and bumpy night ahead of them.
Ding finished his beer and called it, "Let's get it now before she floods...". I swallowed the last of the mook's crap coffee and agreed.
Shift change as we climbed across the rocks and logs, leaving one other out and a ways down the
Super fun peelers, much better than the other day, no threading the rip out to unpredictable peaks. Today it's all about paddling the peak off, into the angle where the lift throws you down the line as the wall holds herself up. Pull a hard turn and move to the nose while your hand feels the lip dropping over your shoulder.
The rain begins to hammer down with the gusty wind and the tide is pushing, but the wave, as close to shore as it is just keeps running and running along the edge where it was closing out, the wind holds back the wall and lets the lip peel off maybe 75 yards......
We surf til we're sated, no sitting, just rotation and laughs about waves ridden. We call each other into sets or give them up as the peak shifts away from where we are. The
A quick as possible change into clothes and we're off down the road, dodging potholes on the way home. The wipers squeek across the windshield as we rehash the session.
5 comments:
Where was Doc?
He was a no show!
great writing. wish I was immersed in some waves -been flat here for ages and mines 17 C.
Nice Gaz! Couldn't have typed a better picture.
Ding
I was in so deep you couldn't see me...
I'm still in there.
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