The Cape Fear region is under a tropical storm warning. Fantastic.
The General and I hit the waves this morning mainly because we got our new 6’6 and were dying to try it out. It’s a fast little sucker and it will definitely take some getting used to. It wasn’t as big and blown out as I thought it was, but there were some waves with real teeth — I managed to get under them at the wrong time. It’s been 3+ hours and my nose is still dripping ocean water.
It was a blast and half riding the whitewater, there was no way I was going to make it to the outside alive. Stoke factor was as big as the waves. Tomorrow is suppose to monstrous with Hurricane Earl headed this way. Luckily it will miss us, or at least that’s what they’re forecasting. Hurricanes are like virgos: completely unpredictable until the last moment.
Oh, and we are totally driving to Pennsylvania this weekend: nothing like getting out of town for a huge storm.
So I got all my ingredients — I’m ready for a hurricane.
((I love how this blog went from real estate to a surf report….))