Wintergreen. November 2019

It’s that time of the year again when we’re supposed to be thankful and spend valuable time with our friends and family. Ironically, it is also the time when we’re encouraged to spend more money on unnecessary stuff because everything is 50% off or something. I looked out the window first thing in the morning and saw a familiar offshore spray; I was not expecting it to be that good since the wind was howling WNW a couple days before. This year, instead of spending all day on the internet and debating whether I should sink entire paychecks for more camera gear, I layered up, grabbed my camera and walked to the beach. Out front of my house, the waves weren’t that great; it was kind of wonky still and the tide was rising to a 5.9ft. I scoped around with my binoculars and noticed one peak way down south was continually spitting. It turns out there was an inner bar, making it super hollow, fast, and dumpy. I quickly made my way down. The sets kept coming; surfers were making it out of deep barrel sections; it was hard to leave despite my hands freezing from the cold wind and my camera battery running low. The swell wasn’t that big, but it was super clean even with the inside current ripping south. It wasn’t long before I realized I had been there almost all morning. I went home, ate a quick lunch, grabbed another battery and headed back out. Rarely does it stay consistently good from dawn to dusk, but it was, so I couldn’t leave. It was a classic winter day. 

Happy Thanksgiving.