Blessed be thy Dave

Wow, just wow. Joeleee, Dub, Zippy and Lockie (i reject "Glovey" ;) stuff themselves in the scoob and head west coast minus Zombie who must have had a late night singing along to 'Message to my Girl'. Jan Juc is facing a mass exodus as we arrive but with memories of Saturday's fine performance we head down the cliffs and into a wall of white fury. It is just cray-zee trying to get out with so much water in each wave and so many huge sets. I have thankfully never been hit by a mack-truck or buffalo stampede but i reckon this goes close. After 15min of flailing and near drowning none of us has made it out the back and we admit defeat and ponder a move to Torquay surf beach. Good thing we make that move as Torquay is just magic, the rocks on the right give a nice paddle out and every few minutes there is a massive set that will let you ride all the way to the beach which we do again and again and again. The clean windless waves, the long rides, the setting sun that makes the spray off your board glow golden, the pleasant ache in your arms, the only people dropping in are your mates, the beautiful view at the takeoff spot.... best surf i've had in a long time, maybe ever. And if that isn't enough for one day we kiss nasty westside burgers goodnight and pile up plates at Ripper Roast in Geelong. Short on fuss/pretention, but big on tasty tasty roast dinners. Fingers and toes crossed for more next weekend.

Lockie

PS Carn the socceroos tonight!