be careful what you ask for, you might just get it
For weeks on end – no, wait…months, actually – all I’ve heard from my darling husband is: “All I want is to get some, barreling lefts… just a nice, clean, hollow left.” This statement is almost always accompanied with him posing in a front-side stance, along with sound effects of what it’s supposed to sound like when you get barreled.
“Wow, babe, you’re good. You’d make an excellent sound-effects dude, too.” I always told him that he could go into voice-over acting. You should hear him, he’s really good.
As you know, we are blessed with a wide variety of waves in Ventura County. Well, all of California, for that matter. And Mexico. And Hawaii. And we’ve had our share of travelling to other states and countries, as well, to seek out fun, rippable waves. It’s what we do. Mandatory.
But, what we all love (we, meaning regular footers) about California and Baja are the plethora of right-hand point breaks…makes me all giddy inside, just thinking about it. However, being married to a goofy-footer makes me realize, well, how badly I feel for all the people who have to ride back-side on a perfectly, peeling right-hand point break. Like, all the time. (Can you sense the sarcasm?) No, but really, I feel for you…
Brendon has had a taste of the Mentawais, and he’s been itching to spend more time in Indo. So, after a series of unfortunate events – coupled with the perfect timing of a down economy – we decided that after all was said and done, time is more valuable than any material wealth. So, we put our rose-colored glasses on and decided to stretch our dollar in Bali…and here we are.
Several weeks ago, the Bukit finally turned on. Seasons are changing, and the trade winds are blowing off-shore on the west coast of Bali. And what perfect timing: a significant swell hit the shores of Bali.
And Brendon lived to tell about it (because it was that big).
I bribed him to write a little blog post for us, just because. So, just grab a beer and pretend like he’s all salty-dogged out, and doing his usual hand-gestures and sound effects. I wish I could have gotten his reaction when he came in from the water, but this is the best I can do for now. Hopefully, next time, I’ll have the video cam on stand-by…
Guest Post written by Brendon:
I think that was the biggest wave I’ve ever duck dove.
It was my first time paddling out at this spot, and it was firing. I was watching the other people jump off at the paddle-out zone. Some of them made it out clean, without having to push through too much duck diving drama. Others were getting caught at the wrong time and getting sucked down the break, while having to duck dive, like thirty pretty good size waves in a row.
I must have calculated fairly well before paddling out, because I didn’t have to duck dive a single wave on the way out – except for the one right when I jumped into the water; the current started sucking out so fast, I ended up dry-docking it with my fingers in between the board and the reef. Great.
So, I make it out and try to find my place in the lineup and noticed, along with my now freshly sliced index finger, that there are guys way outside and some on the inside. I know there are bigger sets, but I get antsy and try my luck picking off some of the smaller, head-high ones bowling up nicely on the inside section.
That was a dumb move on my part. Out the back, came one of the biggest sets that I had seen all afternoon. Shit.
I started to paddle out to meet a giant wall of water that seemed to keep getting bigger the closer we came together. At that point, I started to think to myself, “Can I even duck dive this f***ing thing, or should I ditch my board?”
It was at least triple overhead.
Usually, I would just ditch my board and swim down, but I had an old leash on (another smart move), which could easily snap. The last thing I wanted to do at that point is take the rest of the set on the head without my board.
At the very last second I decided to duck dive it.
The wave breaks about ten feet in front of me, and I had about 10-12 feet, like ceiling high or more, of white wash coming toward me. I pushed down into the water super hard and tried to time it to avoid getting annihilated. I got bounced around pretty good, but somehow managed to hold onto my board.
After duck diving the next 15 waves and getting pushed further and further down the reef, it was over.
Out of breath, super hot and exhausted, I manage to make my way back out and sit on the outside corner for a couple. I was clearly under gunned that day but managed to get a couple.
The next day, was a bit cleaner and smaller, but there were still some decent size sets coming through. I paddled out with my buddy, Ken, and he makes his way up the break past the crowd. I went the other way to try and pick off one of those wide, swinging ones.
Just as I get in the line-up, the first wave of a set comes right to me, so I turn around and take it. I don’t know what happened, but I think I caught my rail when I dropped in on the wave.
Snap. There goes my leash.
I started to make the long swim in with the rest of the set breaking on me, but it wasn’t too bad. This is where a pair of reef booties comes in handy, because the reef is sharp with urchins hidden in the cracks. Urchin fest.
Some ladies kicking it in a tide pool grabbed my board.
Oh well, at least I got some exercise from the swim in. I called it a day, went in and got a Bintang and took some video footage from the warung. It’s true, be careful what you ask for…