The call
Erik Aeder, the local photographer, blew my phone up the morning of the swell saying “I’m here shooting surfing and it’s the biggest I’ve ever seen it and it’s WINDY, come now…” Within 5 minutes of getting that text I was on the road heading over, hoping I was not the last person to find out how sick it was. Arriving at La Perouse I saw perfect 8 to 10 foot surf breaking with 30 knot gusts pushing huge amounts of spray off the back of the waves. I totally freaked out and went into hyper mode, rigging as fast as I could and sailing upwind to the break. It wasn’t till I got up there I realized I was the only windsurfer, however 25 to 30 surfers littered the line-up. This is always a difficult time for a lonely sailor, as they don’t take kindly to non-surfers at this amazing spot. Luckily for me, I knew most of them, so I gradually made my way out the back waiting for a set wave.