My alarm ripped at a god awful early hour,eyes glued shut,
with less than 5 hours of sleep, waking frequently to see if it were time....
It was time.
Time to explore the coast going north. I am more than convinced that somewhere along the rocky coast of Maine lies a cobble bottom left point that rises out of deep water, fringed with lobster buoys and lays just beyond "vacationland". An unknown classic only known to local fisherman...
Maine, as a whole, doesn't get much press as a surf destination, and maybe that's for the best.
I barreled past the madness of the new hampshire scene, looking like Huntington beach on the wrong tide. A quick pitstop in portsmouth refilled the expresso tank, and across the bridge to southern Maine we go.
I settled into a nice little cove which lay in the lee of the south wind. Two guys leaning against their cars, sipping coffee watched intently, and gave me the local lowdown.
3 hours later I left behind the best session I can remember. It was one of those days where it all connected. Good vibe, good crowd in the water, and fun slabs San Ono style...
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Location:Somewhere in maine
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