Monday, December 10, 2007

Storm's aftermath.

This bar is brand spankin' new, this was shot just past high tide's peak. Low tide just before dark paddled out to get some fun ones as the light faded. The wave was now a full racer on the shallows. One wave ran from the house with 8 eyes, past the sign and kicking out around brown house. Double it's regular length. The peak and pack were a wee bit smaller, where did that freak come from?

(The Amazing Spaghetti Armed Surfer, needs no more describing than his title)

Went in and came out of the round room on the next one. And as I pulled away off the bottom, the lip came down on the deck of the board...voila...... tossed like a Ceaser salad right at the table. Floated like a butterfly(for a second), then got stung like a chump as I hit the water again, where did that freak come from?

1 comment:

Patch said...

Another quote "ala sting like a bee", from Mr. Ali:

"It's just a job. Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I just beat people up".

— Muhammad Ali

Nice day out!