Funny old autumn so far.
The only true standout was this little session below..
That eventually turned into a touch off 20 foot.. 20 foot a 9 seconds = 20 foot chop. The entire Fresh bay was a close out but the odd gap was there so I sailed it anyhow.
60 minutes of chicken gybes, out running sections and frustration delivered me to a gap. Sets were breaking so far out it was pretty unsailable so I thought better of it. Still being a mile out and still feeling like its the inside is a pretty strange feeling at this spot. It felt like sailing in valleys of liquid.
The quality of riding these days isn't what it's about for me, it's just being the feeling of being enveloped by an ocean. Sadly I came a little too enveloped by it an ended up with a epic swim and a trashed rig.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
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