The second afternoon we saw the swell arrive in force with a striking level of perfection and beauty. As we were out surfing the lower section, it began to hint a breeze and I paddled in. Walking up to my truck and rig, I already knew the moment had arrived, finally. My 4.7 Simmer Blacktip was rigged to perfection and I had an 85 Simmer Quantum with my fins all the way ahead, which allowed me a massive level of mobility and kept my turns snappy.
Drawing from my experience in Cabo Verde, this session, such a long time in coming, was a true pleasure. Entering the empty line-up was a snapshot I won’t forget anytime soon. The point was just firing. Mast-high and bigger sets completely winding all the way down the line.