The grom armies descended upon the three rivers area just before dawn. (See Rusty Gromfest –biggest grom contest in this hemisphere). They first seized the beachie at Lennox and quickly mobilized and spread to all surrounding points, reefs, slabs and crags. Their presense would not have been as warmly accepted had the fairy gods not smiled kindly upon the land and blessed us all with absolutely perfect waves and weather. If you cant beat em’-join em.
But after several mind blowing surfs with the “little people”, we decided to seek out Shires south not yet affected by the grom invasion. When we rolled up to the lookout at Angourie the scene was idyllic. Six guys out, perfect conditions and swell wrapping all the way down the point. It only got better when I paddled out and everyone decided it was time to go in. I surfed my trusty 6-2 Mc Callum pintail quad with pedigree to boot (tail of a Brewer/nose of a Frye) which Jeff and I had made just before departing. At one point after kicking out of yet another down the line screamer I looked up the little green hill on the tip of the point to see Abi and Ginger walking hand in hand and waving. It doesn’t get much better than this I thought. I’m a lucky guy in a lucky country. As we make way to leave tomorrow for Sydney I can honestly say we got a very good sampling of this coastline every single day.