As I write this, we are camping down at Margert River, Ellenbrook car park to be precise which is home to some class waves such as the womb and sucky lefts. I managed to surf bunker bay all to myself which was a little nerving the other day. Unfortunately a lad was killed there by a great white a few weeks back. Rest his soul. This could of happen on any beach in WA, but that fact didn’t put my mind at ease, it was pumping but. Then with a surf at Boojiup the other day, wetsuit half on in the car park and the ranger comes along and slams a beach closed shark’s sign in front of me, a quick chat and it turns out there was one spotted and reported an hour ago. She did make it clear that she wasn’t stopping us from going in so in we when. Safety in numbers was my thinking. It’s funny what the surf makes you do, to think of it away from the coast I would say no to going in with sharks about, but one look at the surf and you push all the David Attenborough footage and quotes aside.
Just had a mammoth dawn session at gas this morning before the winds got the better of it, 6am start with just two other bodyboarders on it, and this was a Saturday morning too? I didn’t understand it either but I'm not complaining that’s for sure. More fun than you can shake a stick at, it’s pure heaven. These photos below where taken just before the wind got on it. You should have seen it at first light, it was silky.
Right I’m off to think about how I can thief Racetracks as well as Gas, Chow for now J
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