As a Cape surfer, there's a lot to relate to in this photo. It's the wide open spaces. And the wind that blows it wider. It's the sounds of it scattering sand on sand around your ankles. It's the battering against your hood. It's the tugging on your board forcing you off balance as you pad across the beach. The newly settled sand is soft and your feet sink into it making the walk even more challenging. Your suit, built for the cold just beyond, is added resistence is the hot, dry wind.
Yet, despite all this, there's a sense of euphoria in the group. You know what's to come. You know what the wind has done for the banks, how it shapes the wave. You embrace this constant force. You have no choice. It swirls around you in constance. To shun it is pointless. It's the unseen ally that is taken for a foe. Where would you be were it not for this wind? Not here, in the starkest of beautiful places.
Pic by the legendary
AVG. (Yes, this one is not from the Cape. Get over it.)
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