I was a bad boy today.
Needed to get out of town and have a surf after a week chained to a monitor.. I hate it sometimes.
Anyway I had a spot in mind with the wind the way it was and a swell that was big enough this place is one of the few that can manage a near devil breeze and seem vaguely offshore, what with the rather high cliffs and the odd little microclimate they bring.
Rock up to the carpark expecting a few cars and it is... empty.
So I walk into the lookout and it's sure big enough, the wind is a bit dodgy but not that bad so the mind game is going.. this is not a good idea Mick but yeah you're going to have a crack anyway and boy if you get into strife you won't be getting any help at all.
Whatever...
Gathering up the board, wetty and towel, I marched the k or so in and was just entering the little hole in the wall track to the cliff top when whoops, er... sorry...er, I'm going to have to walk past you as I stumble over a young couple being very positionally inventive with a bouncy horizontal tree branch and no pants..if you get what I mean.
Keeping my eyes on the road I got to the cliff top, slipped and scrambled down the couple hundred feet via rope and very dodgy track... after 40 years of climbing this thing it only gets worse...
Anyway, upshot was I had two lefts to choose from, both in the 4-6ft range, one slabby, one almost sloppy, and given the dodgy nature of my solo mission I opted for the sloppy.
I do usually surf the other when I go here but a stunned mullet does not climb cliffs well so soft option for the old fella.
Good thing too as there was the odd rather big bomb set that wouldve made the slabby wave ugly.
Anyway, got a few, was careful, didn't stay too long and managed to make it back up without a coronary.
And my team won the footy.
Pics: The two lefts, and the rope on the way up.
Needed to get out of town and have a surf after a week chained to a monitor.. I hate it sometimes.
Anyway I had a spot in mind with the wind the way it was and a swell that was big enough this place is one of the few that can manage a near devil breeze and seem vaguely offshore, what with the rather high cliffs and the odd little microclimate they bring.
Rock up to the carpark expecting a few cars and it is... empty.
So I walk into the lookout and it's sure big enough, the wind is a bit dodgy but not that bad so the mind game is going.. this is not a good idea Mick but yeah you're going to have a crack anyway and boy if you get into strife you won't be getting any help at all.
Whatever...
Gathering up the board, wetty and towel, I marched the k or so in and was just entering the little hole in the wall track to the cliff top when whoops, er... sorry...er, I'm going to have to walk past you as I stumble over a young couple being very positionally inventive with a bouncy horizontal tree branch and no pants..if you get what I mean.
Keeping my eyes on the road I got to the cliff top, slipped and scrambled down the couple hundred feet via rope and very dodgy track... after 40 years of climbing this thing it only gets worse...
Anyway, upshot was I had two lefts to choose from, both in the 4-6ft range, one slabby, one almost sloppy, and given the dodgy nature of my solo mission I opted for the sloppy.
I do usually surf the other when I go here but a stunned mullet does not climb cliffs well so soft option for the old fella.
Good thing too as there was the odd rather big bomb set that wouldve made the slabby wave ugly.
Anyway, got a few, was careful, didn't stay too long and managed to make it back up without a coronary.
And my team won the footy.
Pics: The two lefts, and the rope on the way up.
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Don't remember the rope always being there, but then I haven't surfed it this century...
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