SCREAMING LEFTS
I joined him and together we drifted towards the take-off zone. It’s always a little nerve-wracking when you’re at a new place and unfamiliar with the break. Do the big sets break further out? Can I make all the sections? All this pours through your head. If you wipeout your day could be done and with the precious daylight we had left, none of us could afford to make a mistake. After about 10 minutes Robby was on the first bomb wave. I watched in excitement as his mast disappeared from view and then moments later spray would pour off the back of the wave. I heard a little squeal from the little piglet as he exited the wave and I knew right then, it was on. I tried frantically for 30 minutes to catch a set wave, but even on Robby’s borrowed 85L board it was difficult. Once you jumped-off the ski and drifted into the line-up you would only get one chance to catch a wave before the ski would have to pick you up again. The current proved a significant problem due to the wind being so light.