The Wolf decided not to launch, and I could see why. "Head-high short period waves"...bam bam bam bam...made getting out at Ponquogue difficult. Stand in thigh high water getting pounded, waiting for a break between the sets, then sprint like a crazy person. Required a couple tries to make it, but soon I had joined Joe, Tomas and Jeff on the outside. Took me several minutes to catch my breath after that. "Don't ride the waves far...you don't want to have to fight your way back out," Joe advised. Count me in, Joe!
The 5-6 foot sets came frequently...pick one, go left or right. Bigger sets came maybe once every twenty minutes or so, and if you weren't another twenty-thirty yards out to catch them, they cleaned you out. One to two feet overhead, well shaped but fortunately (for the fallen) not overly powerful. I caught two of the big waves, and got caught by about five of them. Helmets were the call, both for head protection and to keep hoods on (the water is cold. Ice cream headache cold. Note to Lord Scotworth: gloves required!)
I've been moaning about not getting ocean time for months now. It was good to get out there! Looking forward to session next.
(Top: Tomas contemplates the wave gauntlet. Bottom: Joe tears it up. Photos by Jeff Schultz.)
Waves look nice and clean.
Posted by: Bunty Cachia | March 25, 2014 at 08:23 AM