LEAVING IT TO LUCK
By 2pm there was still no wind and decisions had to be made. An entourage of photographers, videographers, jetskis and other people gathered around us wondering what the call was going to be. I set Robby aside and we both knew time was of the essence. If we waited any longer we were dead. We were literally down to a 3-hour window of opportunity. The plan was simple, to launch the skis, get into our suits, rig the gear and sit in the line-up and wait for a miracle. The miracle came through with a little puff of wind around 3:30pm. The lightest of breezes rippled through the line-up. We started to motor slowly out to sea, past the line-up of surfers and then jumped into the water. Robby was first in the water. I sat and watched as he just floated there like a buoy in the water, stationary. I knew right then and there I was going to have some problems catching waves. Robby, living in Chile now, had all his equipment with him while I had only a limited choice.