Tales from the Underground: Epsiode 2 “The Onshore Menace”

Awaken to the sweet, sweet sound of clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk of the anchor chain, being pulled from the depths of the Indian Ocean. We made a plan of attack with Timmy the cook the night before. “Stay Put at Lance’s” as we watched the three other boats sail off into the sunset the previous evening and placed our hopes in the fact that they would be elsewhere in the morning. We were spot on about the boats and awoke to an empty line up. The left had a bit of morning sickness but with the right winds blowing it was cleaning up fast. The group split as George, myself, Nadar, Fwed, and Cain jammed over to a semi-wedge slab “Bintangs” across the bay. We negotiated a current ridden line-up with a rip direction that pushed you away from the take-off spot making for a ironman paddle fest…we got the spot figured out with Cain snagging the tube of the sesh. George also answering back with a few cover-ups. After a bit of a paddle marathon we were spent and headed in for breaky only to find the left looking fun and only three guys in the line-up…being Josh, Cliff, and Chris with the place to themselves. We re-fueled and were about to get out there and what do ya know? The onshores showed there ugly face…didn’t matter though as we jammed to the other side of the island to the right where it was cleaning up quickly. The right was twice the size and tested the limits of our shortboards. We jumped in and out in groups of 2 or 3 with only 2 other guys out. Everybody got a few chunky drops and views as well as doughnuts. Josh prob received the best when he got caught inside of a 2X overhead behemoth that ripped his leash off and sent his NightmareShapes craft over the reef and straight to shore (which came back unscathed if I may…) Realizing there was a lot of water moving and the fact that he wasn’t Michael Phelps he swam back to the boat (which wasn’t exactly close either) and grabbed a paddle board to head in and retrieve it from to local kids already fighting over it! He got it back all sweet and chucked em a leash for there troubles. (yeah the leash that let the board go in the first place!) The winds came back on and we jammed back to the left only to find it empty and glassy. This is getting kinda of boring hey? Empty and Glassy…Empty and Glassy…after an afternoon session at the left (with Fwed winning photo slut of the sesh) we moved back to the right. With an hour or so left of light the right was picture perfect but our luck had run out with the lineup littered with 20+ crew…Most were surfed out anyways but Capt Cappy went out for a crack and snagged a few gems securing his title for most sessions that day. We pulled out from Lances area…fired up the Barbie and motored south…Bintangs…a good meal…and a photo review which was more of a “constructive criticism” session…”barrel dodger”…”pooman stance”…”sweet facial expression”…a lot of “that board looks terrible”…and quite a few others I want to type but for all the kiddies sake we’ll keep it PG…another epic day that I would still call getting our feet wet…the swell is still filling in and were headed south under the cover of darkness…what will the morning have in store for us?…will our heros score or will mother nature punish us?…find out next time on NightmareShapes Tales from the Underground…