Greg Long drops in on what I felt was the wave of the day at Mavericks … shortly after the final horn.
As the boat started to back away from the dock, you could see the nerves start to take hold of everyone on board.
Empty handrails were replaced with white-knuckle death grips, and the early-morning banter quickly gave way to silent stares to the breakwater … where booming waves sprayed the rocks below Pillar Point Air Force Station.
The Salty Lady was heading out to Mavericks, and everyone had their game faces on – and this was just the fans’ charter boat.
“This is going to be intense,” the photographer next to me barked as we sped into the double-overhead swells meeting us outside the breakwater.
Imagine what the 24 big-wave surfers were thinking on their way out to the 25-foot waves on this foggy Friday morning for the Titans of Mavericks surf contest.
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