Midnight..A time to leave Hobart destined for Marrawah. Early the next morning after driving through the night almost sleepless our brains were buzzing on what lay ahead. The swell was lined out to the horizon at Marrawah. But it was to get bigger through out the day, and with light winds early there wasn’t much time wasted before we were launching the ski from our water side shack and heading north. The sky was a misty purple as the sun rose over the hills to the east. The throttle was down as we rode across endless swell lines and the spray off the back of the breaking waves on the inside made us all very excited. Early morning coldness soon gave up to a warm beaming sun as we pulled up in behind the mountain. The line up was empty!! Frothing! A set reared up, flaring on the peak and barreling down the line. “What the fuck!” We all screamed and it was action time. Leggies on and out there. 30 minutes later not one wave had been ridden.
The pictures now tell the story of what happened the next 30 hours.
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