Nancy says that, no matter how old I am, how long I have surfed, or how good I am or not, I will always get at least one and probably multiple calls from my parents whenever there is the hint of a tropical bump hovering off the coast of Africa that might possibly, MAYBE impact the currents off my home surf break. They might be nonchalant about the conversation, and casually slip in something like “oh, you’re not planning on going surfing this weekend, are you?” Or, they might just come right out and say it, even though they don’t really know what they’re saying. “So, will the storm affect the tides and stuff?” Or, they might be out and out hysterical: “I JUST SAW ON TV WHERE SOMEONE IN MARYLAND IS MISSING BECAUSE OF A RIP CURRENT. STAY OUT OF THE WATER.”
I feel better that even my surf teacher gets those calls. And, I’m thrilled that my parents care enough about me to worry. And hurricane swell is what surfers from Wrightsville Beach live for. We don’t have regular reef breaks that produce reliable rights or lefts that you can ride for 90 seconds with a cup of coffee in one hand and the newspaper in the other.
We have mostly wind swell, and sometimes groundswell. In the same surf session, we’ll have waves that feel like a freight train hitting us and waves that feel like someone’s blowing bubbles at us. We don’t know until we catch them, or they hit us when we’re paddling back out.
Speaking of paddling back out.
So, tonight, Nancy caught a nice wave and was starting to paddle back out. I looked over my shoulder and saw a wave coming. It looked good, as in, I thought I could catch it, and it wouldn’t die before it got to me. So, I went. I paddled for it and caught it, right in front of Nancy.
Shortly before catching it, I had been saying to her “See, I can catch these waves, but then I immediately pearl. (Dive face-first down the steep face of the wave) What should I do?” She said “oh, maybe scoot back a little on your board.”
Then she had a front row seat to see what I was talking about. Once I re-surfaced, grabbed the leash up by the tail of the board, and checked my thigh to make sure I wasn’t bleeding where my big fin smacked me, I heard Nancy yell “WHAT WERE YOU DOING? I WASN’T EVEN ON THAT WAVE AND I WAS SCARED. HOLY CRAP!!!!! IS THAT WHAT YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT? THAT WAS THE PROBLEM YOU WERE ASKING ME ABOUT? I have no IDEA what to do about that.” She continued “I hate to say I don’t know what to do, but good GRIEF. Maybe try to get out in front of it? Paddle harder.”
Let me tell you what: after a year of surfing, I’ve learned that the answer to almost any question is “Paddle Harder.”
In the parking lot, I had been telling Nancy that she was the only one who would go surfing regularly with me. After this performance, she said “Well, if you’re trying to get them to take off on THOSE waves, no WONDER they won’t go with you.” Lesson learned. I also decided that if there’s hurricane swell when my parents visit next weekend, I’d better stick to the inside, because if my DAD watches me do what I did in front of Nancy, I’ll be lucky to not look out the front window and watch him breaking my board himself before a wave has a chance to do it for me.
We’re probably going to have to have back to back to back tropical systems out in the ocean this week, so I predict a lot of surfing. While we were packing up tonight, Nancy said “Same place, tomorrow morning, 6:30 am?”
So my question is this: is it a two-fer if you surf twice within 24 hours, even if *technically* it is on different days? When we were surfing tonight, it was already Monday morning in Australia.