Fast forward a week and we had another chance. A perfect 15-20kt wind forecast and more importantly, the angle looked like it would be spot on. Once again Pons and I headed north and this time were joined by 2 times PWA youth Champion Moritz Mauch (another Spanish/German to make GC his home) and PWA sailor Eric Sanllehy from Barcelona. By the time I arrived the boys were already on the water and this time fully planing out the back. I don’t think I have ever rigged so fast, and decided on the safer downwind launch spot, knowing with a bit of breeze I could be upwind in 2 or 3 tacks.
What a difference 5 knots makes. Instead of bobbing around waiting to catch a wave, we could fly out back, get in position and arrive ready to attack the wave. Suddenly that gnarly peak looked like a fun place to be. To be honest the waves were nowhere near as good as the first day.
With 2 swells and a load of chop from the previous day’s onshore winds, I soon started to appreciate the perfection of the first day.
However with wind to plane, I wasn’t complaining and slowly started getting dialled in. Unlike the first day where the wave had a predictable nature to it, today you had to be much more on your guard. Add to the mix the lower tide state and those rocks were not only much closer, but the chances of being smashed against them were now considerably higher. Still with a week to think about how timid our first rides had been, it didn’t take long before Pons and I were attacking the lip.