Watching wobbly, concrete shorebreaks at La Grav this morning consigned last week’s futuristic wavepool event in the Californian Onion Belt to ancient history.
Between the wild machinery and a pool of precious water surrounded by hundreds of miles of dust, it looked like a fitting final outpost for the survivors of the Great Collapse when Man finally shows Nature who’s boss.
I missed the first two heats after indulging in some fine dining in downtown Byron Bay at Abrakebabra, Byron’s premier late-night kebab joint that came with dinner and a show… a street punch up between a dozen bristling teenagers.
Cat fives usually wipe out small low-lying Caribbean sand cays and tax havens, but this thing had broken loose and headed the other way, kicking the Azores in the nuts before lumbering off toward Europe.
Griff survived a Code Brown emergency in the first round; Connor needed to survive the loser’s round this morning.
She’d had trouble in Lemoore on the perfect replicant wave, and now had trouble in the seasick North Atlantic shorey.
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