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. Â One other guy had similar thoughts, and each of us sat in the overhead rollers that seemed to come out of nowhere. Â 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.
