Scott McKercher
Trepidation was the feeling, once the realization of what I’d got myself into had sunk in. It’s a nervous tension that I’ve never really felt before. I’ve scored double mast high waves in WA and Coco’s, but then when I compared, they were nothing to what Jason sailed in Fiji two years ago. It took a while to get to sleep, as a niggling uneasiness wouldn’t let me slumber. I finally did doze off, but it was still there when I woke, while packing and on the drive to Perth. It wouldn’t leave me alone. The drive up was good as I was able to reassure myself that I was capable of dealing with such situations, but then when I got to Perth and told my good mate Galvo what was happening, there was no hiding what was going on inside me. He could tell straight away.
