I ended up with loads of shots from our little road trip so I am splitting it into a couple of posts. This one is about our adventures on Saturday.
After driving down the coast at night in pouring rain, we woke to a nice, if slightly cloudy, morning. The wind was light offshore but the swell was a little junky from the overnight onshores. The conditions didn’t look like they were particularly favourable, but we decided to drive around and investigate what our options might be as the swell picked up.
After a morning of exploring we settled on a little ledge which had been high on our list of check spots. It wasn’t handling the swell direction particularly well, and the end-bowl was shallow at best, dry at worst. I don’t get to surf on reef very often, so it was a bit of a shake-up compared to what I’m used to! Pat and I both got a few decent ones but it was hard to stay in the extremely narrow takeoff zone because of a sweep running across the ledge.
All in all it was good fun to get out in a different kind of wave but we didn’t really get anything epic. We had lunch and an energising mocha (to the consternation of the coffee shop owner) and went for a wave at the only other spot on the coast worth a paddle. It was the total opposite of the ledge; long, fairly mellow walls, with the odd little inside pocket throwing up something of interest.
Satisfied with the day and eagerly anticipating the forecast rise in swell, we had dinner and a few cheeky beers (and very bad games of pool) at the local pub and retired to bed. It was a perfectly clear night, and we knew that the next day would be a sight to behold…