The planets aligned for me to be working in Martinborough just as a nice looking swell was hitting the south coast. Chris and I convoyed over the hill in the morning and got all excited when we first saw the coast - lots of white water on the point at Dumps and lines pushing through into the bay. Quickly checked out Whatarangi which had some good swell but decided it looked a little windy and we guessed that it would be bigger and cleaner around the corner at Dee Dees. Drove past Dumps which was heaving and started to get a little nervous...
Dee Dees was massive with the bigger sets closing out way out the back, Ning Nongs was even bigger. But there was fair bit of wind coming through from the NW making it all chopped up and messy. A bunch of surfers on the shore and no one out. All that added up to a decision to drive back around to Whatarangi which looked the better option. You can never tell what the wind is going to do over here! Crazy!
We got out on the water - no one else out as usual - and got stuck in. Pretty quickly we both took a couple of big ones on the head and were reminded of who's boss out here. Really tested the leash! There was a gentle breeze from the NZ which kept it a little lumpy and challenging to stay balanced on the SUP. Didn't really matter though - the waves came through pretty much non-stop and it was a pig-out fest. Head high to almost double overhead. We were soon joined by a pretty shit hot long boarder and one other surfer - no way was it a crowd though!
After lots of great long rides, lots of drillings and rag-dollings, I bailed to grab a bite and take some pix. Managed to catch Chris paddling into one of the bigger waves of the day - man it was so long the motor drive on my camera ran out of puff before the wave was even finished! He get to the end of the wave, jumped up and down in pure ecstasy and looked around to see if I'd caught it, big thumbs up from me and he jumped up and down a bit more! Epic wave.
My 2nd session was great - got a recharge after lunch and found more mojo to burn. Eventually the tide got too high and the waves got few and far between. I was bugged anyway so called it a day. Finshed off with a quiet beer at the Lake Ferry pub before Chris headed back home and I headed up to Martinborough to Brakenridge for work.