I may be the first attendee
that is back from the trip, so I'll give
my brief impressions:
Saturday: Brian, Chris and
I were in the water in front of the house by 3 that afternoon. Foon
and Rod had stopped at Boilers on the way down, leaving those of us who
showed up on time waiting for them to arrive with a key. We surfed
instead of waiting around for them. Waves were consistently in the head
high to two feet over range. Taking off demanded you be as close to the
shifty peaks as possible. Much paddling occured to make it to the outside
through about 100 yards of incessant whitewater. Long drops and fast
rides made the
choice of a 6'8" ideal for
me. By 6pm, we were looking forward to a primo dinner of nachos.
Sunday morning: Lighthouse
was looking good with head high lefts between the first and second groins,
but we opted to check out ramp 49 (empty and slightly smaller), then on
to the Frisco pier. Waves were up to 4' over head on the set waves
on the south side of the pier. There was a small amount of current running
south, but nothing that had to be fought constantly to stay lined up.
Brian snapped his board on his first wave of the day. Brunch around
11:30 was Neal's
made-to-order Western omelettes,
then it was back to the surf in front of the cottage for the afternoon
group session. Waves seemed to be up to double-overhead (12'+) on
the sets and everyone was having fun. Da Griz scored a freight train
that earned him an award at the ceremony that night. My memorable
moments included both a 6 foot freefall drop
as a wave jacked up beneath
me, and an 8' backflop dismount as I kicked out of a closeout right.
The current here was northerly and we ended up drifting a few hundred yards
up the beach by the time we headed in.
Monday morning was looking
bigger. Neal, Griz, and I headed out in front of the house full of
optimism. After 25 minutes of steady paddling against the whitewater, I
chose discretion and caught a couple of inside waves into shore. The others
followed shortly thereafter confirming that we should search elsewhere.
The entire crew headed for ramp 49, arriving as the only people on the
beach at that time. It looked manageable and we were all in the water
in minutes. Another marathon 20 minute paddling session later, and only
Brian had gotten lucky enough to get outside. I rested on the beach
for a while, tried again and was denied a third time as I was feeling the
ache in my shoulders and back building. After a couple of hours of
observation of those who
had managed to make it out, there were only a handful of waves that managed
to be ridden without being closeouts or simply dying mid-ride. Breakfast
of blueberry pancakes ensued, and then a couple of cars headed north to
check out Oregon Inlet. Nothing much to write home about there so
I headed north while the rest headed south back to the cottage. If
only I'd had Neal's cell-phone number, I could have told him to turn around
and check out Nags Head, because the conditions looked very similar to
Frisco's Sunday morning session, albeit a bit more crowded.
I'm sure the others will
fill in the details as they filter back to
their everyday lives.
That is all,
Myron |
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