Indicator walls ...
12/17/2015
Hi Paul,
How are you? Hope my writing is legible. No spellcheck either! The facade of literacy is stripped away.
It’s
beautiful here, everything I’d hoped for. I’m living in a little Schack
(my name for it). No electricity, propane stove, wind whistling through
the cracks… no city hum, no mobile reception, just birds, wind,
occasional distant “moos” and sheep bleats. Already without internet I
see my reading attention span returning- so stoked! Going to sleep at
sundown & getting up at sunrise(ish).
The first week I was
travelling with a friend-of-a-friend I just met, doing tourist stuff, de-emphasizing surfing for her sake. Hard though- the weekend we got
here, the swell was pumping. I did manage a mat surf though, on the
second morning, which prompts this letter. Not a report though- an
anecdote….
A knock on our room’s door. It’s Phil, owner of
Solscape, a thriving eco-retreat here in Raglan and an old friend. Phil
began surfing as an adult a few decades ago, and has become quite a
charger, blessed to learn in such a consistent, quality wave zone. He’s
pretty fearless, and a bit macho. And this day, for some reason, he’s
asking if he can have a go at a mat. Whoa! He’s always taken the piss
out of me (in a friendly way) about riding mats. Er- OK, sure Phil!
We
check Manu Bay. It looks perfect for mats, but it’s crowded (it’s a
Saturday). But Phil isn’t feeling it. He’s an Indicator’s guy- a much
more challenging ride- bigger, longer, faster, more walled. Pretty hard
on a mat!
And yes, it’s a LOT bigger! Sets are well overhead. And
it’s high tide. The shore break is SLAMMING against the lava rocks, the
current is intense, guys are paddling for their lives, and it ain’t
clean or perfect at all- YIKES!
And that’s where Phil wants to have his first-ever mat surf.
Why
didn’t I put the brakes on this stupidity? Partly trying to save face,
partly trying to keep up with Phil (who has a history of “challenging”
me this way), and maybe just a hint of wanting to “challenge” him back!
As
we puffed up our mats and put on our fins, I dolefully recalled the
part of your Rider’s Guide suggesting it’s be good to pick slightly
larger surf for your first go-out, to benefit from having a little push
(or however you put it)….
Anyway, there we were, looking at
overhead walls from about 15’ above sea level. We jumped in at The
Keyhole (the one safe in/out spot, as tiny as it sounds), and powered
out. My heart was pounding, and I could see Phil was getting a vertical
learning curve on navigating an inflatable. Considering what we had been
watching from the shore, we got very lucky paddling out- a decent lull
(that I had no faith would be repeated… and wasn’t!).
We were
wide to the side of the takeoff zone, but as it turns out, in about the
right spot for the biggest swing-wide bomb sets- maybe a bit too far in,
actually! And sure enough, right when we caught our breath, a MONSTER
set came through. Picture it: eight foot face, lime green, choppy
sidecar opaque wall- zero taper, just a solid wall hundreds of yards
long climaxing in those awful lava rocks! We paddled like mad, barely
making it over the first one, even further back from the second one. It
was huge! What the hell was I doing out here, and what about poor Phil?
What had I gotten him into?
And here’s the third wave, already
peeling from the top of the point, gobbling all paddlers and drop-in
attempts 100 yards up the line. It’s feathering 50 feet in front of us…
we might just make it over- just-
and… there’s Phil, turning
around and going for it! I’ll never forget the look on his face-
psychotic glee- and how huge that wave was, and how LATE it was-
crumbling over him, just his face, arms and hands visible. I screamed a
broken Gyuto Monk harmonic as I punched through, made it over the last
wave, and turned to scan the inside…
He friggin’ made it! He was down the line a fair bit, still had the thing, and was flip-floppin’ slowly back out.
Phil
caught a few more waves that morning, and lost the mat for a good long
time too- I should ask him about that…. I don’t know if he caught the
bug (he was enjoying paddling up to his mates showing off, I think, what
an absurd thing he was doing), but the fact that he tried it at all was
something of a paradigm shift.
Anyways, more later. Hope all is well with you and Gloria.
Jonathan ... AKA Tusked Beast
1 comment:
awesome piece
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