
By Morgan Sliff
Holy mackerel of macking big mackers.
Being a little preoccupied with my Mom’s wedding and getting ready for a Mexico trip, I hadn’t looked at the surf forecast lately and was planning on running out front for a quick dip near my house before maid-of-honor duties called.
And me getting pummeled on the inside is the reason why it’s always better to be prepared. Longboard in tow and a bit defeated, I ran up the beach, tied down some straps and sped off to Sapphire, the waves half as big, but 50 other like-minded surfers charging the break. I found a little peak near Sapphys at Frank Paine’s secret spot, which only breaks when everywhere else is pretty massive. One other guy had similar thoughts, and each of us sat in the overhead rollers that seemed to come out of nowhere. A few short shore pound waves later and…. Holy crap my Mom is getting married today, time to get off this phone and into this dress.



