Anticipation & The Search

It’s funny how a “normal” level of stoke can jump off the charts in a matter of a few seconds. This afternoon we loaded up the car and left for the coast in search of waves. Lately I have been developing a serious itch - I seriously need to get back into my routine of getting in the water on a regular basis. Maybe it’s the pending exams, or perhaps the dangerous amounts of caffeine, but whatever the reason, we were more than ready to get out there again.

We set off with a general idea of where we might try. Conditions seemed a bit suspect; 4-7 feet @ 9 seconds… but the wind was howling. 20-30 km/hr and onshore at the usual go-to spots.

The pursuit of finding waves is one of my favorite parts of surfing. Depending on the swell, wind direction, and tides, you never know what might be around the next bend. Sure enough, we found a gem. The strong southwest winds were kept at bay thanks to a series of points and coves. If anything, the wind was offshore. A rocky right point break - just what Nova Scotia is famous for (or not). After a quick costume change on the side of the winding country road and a short walk across some rocky terrain, we were back in the Atlantic again. The slippery rocks, bits of old lobster traps and the smell were all the same.

Our now rubbery arms and the dropping tide brought a quicker than usual end to a few epic hours filled with more stoke than I’ve felt in awhile. Searching for new lines and spots along the coast is what keeps us stoked and coming back, and the anticipation of what awaits us around the next bend keeps each adventure fresh and unique.

This spot was the bomb!