The surf in
Those mental images you have of endless waves, of pumping perfection, of consistently cranking peaks, of you and a dozen guys honing your big wave act in endless days of waves at Sunset. That’s not real.
They played tennis, they went to movies – James Bond is by far the most popular - and they stocked up on food from Foodland and ate chocolate cream pies at Ted’s. Some went to
And still the rain fell - so much so that the municipality was forced to bulldoze open the mouth of the Waimea river this morning, making a wicked little sandbar in the process. And even though the Waimea shorey was only one foot today, it still packed enough punch for some solid body surfing. The sand build up had created an awesome A-Frame peak, with a double up left and right running off it following the same line every time.
Swells would stand up at Pin-balls, and then drop into the depths of the bay, before collapsing onto the beach. And that’s where we found ourselves all afternoon, getting barrelled on our tummies, sharing wave after wave, playing in the surf and sliding up the beach with tourists from
I guess another cool thing about the