Logging

Short posts at the moment, we have recently moved and I am now painting and renovating our second house!

Anyway, a quick vid of a fun little surf I scored on my longboard.

Two days of adventure in the lucky country

A comment Darren left on my previous post got me thinking. How fortunate we are in this country to have the opportunity to ride waves, slide down mountains, roll down hills or do whatever it is you like to do that is any combination of challenging, dangerous, exciting and fulfilling.

With the affects of an another unseasonable east coast low hitting the coast lining up with a fresh dump of snow on the alps combined with Holly being away in Melbourne, this past weekend offered a chance for me to go crazy with adventure.

Saturday 3 August

6:29am

Berridale getting the show on the road

6:55am

Monaro Plains

7:17am

Nimmitabel

7:43am

Brown Mountain

8:02am

The beautiful far south coast of NSW

9:24am

A reeling sand bottom point break with a silly name with one bloke out

 

10:28

Delicious croissant from the lovely ladies at Bodalla Bakery with a bunch of old fellas and their bikes

 

 

10:31

The big cheese at Bodalla has seen better days

11:10

Found this fun looking wedgy left for another day

11:16

Another sand bottom reeling right hander, this time a rivermouth teeming with dolphins

13:32

On the search for one more surf

13:43

Clean beachbreak fun

 

13:45

The ledge had a couple as well

15:49

Heading back to the mountains

17:08

Cooma another 139km

 

Sunday 4 August

7:32

Snow on the hills

 

7:55

Coffee awake my weary body

8:17

Puking

8:22

Slow, snowy drive

8:28

Still snowy and still slow

8:32

A moment of clarity

9:54

Solo to the top on the Perisher quad

10:26

The pow is tracked and its starting to get crowded

10:54

Escape into the storm

10:57

!

10:58

!!

12:01

Paralyser top out

12:18

Skin track stoke

12:35

Wildness amongst the snow gums

13:17

Still hiking

13:40

Tight pow turns

13:44

Back into civilisation

 

15:39

Couldn't resist a final burn around the park before lounge time

Cashing in: A day trip surfing the NSW far south coast

The last months or so has been pretty hectic at work with little time for recreational pursuits. Fortunately I work for an understanding, flexible organisation, and when a rare winter northeast swell was predicted I took the opportunity to cash in my overtime and head to the coast. I left the mountains in the afternoon and had my tent pitched at the beach by 6:30. A takeaway burger and an episode of Game of Thrones and I was fast asleep and cosy in my sleeping bag.

Country living!

Sunset at the coast

I woke at dawn. There is no rush to get into the surf on the far south coast of NSW. Even during school holidays, the endless options and cold water keeps the crowds down. I had a fantastic surf at Moruya breakwall alone.

Good morning

The breakwall

Beautiful waves!

After my first surf, I spent an hour driving around on reconnaissance looking for options for another trip. I found this great setup but didn't have time to trek out to it.

Around Broulee

Saving this for next time

There is a rivermouth in the area that I have heard whispers about. Stuck behind the retiree drivers I slowly made my way out to the entrance. Checking a new spot, especially with good swell and offshore winds, leads to extreme excitement. I sprinted the last 50m and took in the sight of left and right peelers with no one out. I couldn't jump in my wetsuit fast enough.

Chunky rivermouth right handers

and the left

Who needs indo!

It was an incredible surf, perhaps one of the best of my life. Certainly the best in recent memory.

I had a quick bite to eat and it was onto the next nameless, empty beach. Punchy right hand wedges. My arms were shattered from the two hours spent battling the river mouth currents but I had to get back out there.

onto the next beach, punchy right handers wedging off an outer bombora

Yewww!

I lasted probably another hour or so before a rouge set washed me back into shore. With all my muscles burning and cramping I decided to call it a day. I got back into the mountains just in time to watch the sunset over the endless horizon, a fantastic, rejuvenating 24 hours.

Sunset on the Monaro Plains