February 8, 2016.
This morning a buddy stayed over at my place due to the fact we were going to be leaving super early for the haul down I-95. Going to bed at one in the morning, we found ourselves waking up only two hours later. After a quick stop at Flying J, we were on our way down the perpetual time warp that is the trip to south Florida. I say that because the trip always seems a lot longer than it really is…
Arriving at six o’clock, just before sunrise, we were greeted with some thunderous waves that I had seen only a month ago. They were slightly smaller than the last trip in mention, but they still more than delivered! Setting up only ten feet from shore, I was able to snag a ton of photos, and a good amount of beat downs, that turned out to be keepers.
Early Morning Beaut.
Once the tide got low, we packed our stuff, and drove up north a few miles to another break where I was able to get this gem of my buddy inside the barrel.
Alex Hillier
It was at this spot, that we spent a couple hours on a shallow sandbar with only a few other people out. It was quite a relief to catch an entire morning of surf without dealing with anybody else out for once. With work bearing down on us all that afternoon, we were forced to drive back up north, but those six hours we spent down south were worth every penny spent on gas. When I arrived back, I caught word that just fifty miles south of where we had been was absolutely firing, but due to the time restraint, we had to take what we could get. With that trip set in stone, this makes two times in a row that Mother Ocean has provided for me down south, and I am hoping for a third very soon.
Check out more from my trip at this link.
Shorebreak barrel.
Unfortunately that house isn’t mine…
