The biggest swell mid season was being forecasted on Magic Seaweed and I was stoked!  Not only was the size to be well over head with a 14 second swell period, there was  another decent winter swell following a few days behind it.  CB my college fraternity brother and lifelong surfing friend from California  who operates the Manhattan Beach Surf School, check out www.campsurf.com and I had been talking about his TBD visit to meet up with me to surf the Caribbean and with this forecast I knew it was the right time for CB’s jet set surf mission.   After 2 days of back and forth e-mails CB was unsure if he was coming out because airfares were around $1000 for a last minute RT from LAX to the Island and he had never surfed the Caribbean.  My convincing e-mail read, “Bro! No wet suit, crystal clear warm water, double over head point surf with 300 yard rides!!!” “ My sailboat will be anchored 50 yards from the end bowl and 200 feet from the pier so hop a flight to the Island then take a 15 minute taxi ride to the pier in the bay and I’ll be waiting and so will perfect point surf!!!!”  CB’s response was “That’s the pep talk I needed Blaze, I booked my flight and land before noon, I’ll see you at  the pier tomorrow.”
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I anchored in the bay later that day and woke to a swaying boat.  The swell was head high and building by 8am, surfing my second session of the day until just after 12 with over head sets and long rides with no crowds was awesome!! I was laughing as I paddled back to the boat after my 20 something-ish wave and watched a taxi van pull up to the pier, I see CB jump out with his backpack, grab his board and walk out on the pier to check the waves, viewing pumping surf CB gives a claim fist in the air and at the same time spies me paddling in.   I sit up and give the double fisted victory acknowledgement back and quickly get to my boat and zoom over with my Tender to swoop up CB.  We are both grinning and high fiving as it had been a few years!!!
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CB waxes and sun blocks up and jumps in straight away, not even 10 minutes on the boat and we are paddle out to the bowl swapping peeling waves; 2 happy campers surfing the Islands perfection.  For me it’s a dream come true having my surf friend meet me down island on my boat as I explore waves wherever I sail.  The swell starts peaking that night around 12:30 am and I put out a second anchor. There is a river of current and debris rushing out the bay at 4 or 5 knots and we are anchored in the middle of it rocking about worse than in a storm at sea!! All the charter boats had fled as the waves and roll increased that afternoon only two lunatics left anchored in the bay myself and my French surf friends Marine & Mathias from St. Martin who put their sloop on a mooring and retreat to a hotel room ashore, a smart move.
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I’m peering into the night and can see solid double over head walls of white water running along the point and the bay’s reef left is a blurred white of maxing close outs in the night.  There is just a 50 yard channel separating the two waves.  Chris is surfed out and sleeping like a baby in a rocking crib as I worry about my sailboat and eventually fall asleep dreaming of the dawn patrol and other surf spots.  I let CB sleep off his jet lag and hit the market early to buy some Wheatees.  At the dinghy dock many of the wood pieces are missing and there is debris all over the beach.  A quick bowl of the breakfast of champions and we are surfing overhead waves for an hour.  Just after noon the bay gets a little crowded with fishing boats and the lineup becomes thick with Spanish accents so we take a lunch break enjoy some locally seasoned Jerk chicken on my boats BBQ along with some rice and beans.
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We surf an epic afternoon session Myself , CB, friends Marine & Mathias and a few others in epic dream land conditions.  I invite my friends to meet us ashore to celebrate with a nice dinner at a restaurant overlooking the bay dining on fresh caught lobster while the owner performs live reggae acoustic music.  The next morning we pull anchor to sail down coast for more Caribbean wave explorations with CB and friends in tow. I know another spot and 30 minutes later we are anchored out back.  With the fade’n swell it’s going ballistic and we score some bomb barrels with a pack of East Coast Pros on a working photo shoot vacation, a little crowded so we venture to the most beautiful beach of the islands for an afternoon cavern expedition amongst the cruise ship crowd.   The swell is forecasted to pick back up the next day from a slightly different direction so we sail to another island arriving before dark.  A few pain killers and a fish sandwich dinner at the yacht club sports bar to see what on tube in the weirdo world and its back to the boat.  I fall asleep in the cockpit to a star filled night sky with no background lights, you can see every constellation from the deck of my sloop and stars reflect off the waters’ surface in the protected bay.
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For breakfast I make everyone my patented chocolate-chip pancakes and we do a mourning sail to an outer island just a few hours away.  The wind is blowing strong from the South East and off shore at the reef we plan to surf.  CB and I take a short dinghy ride to the reef where I had surfed a few weeks before around chest high.   That previous day I had scoped out the fringe reef further up the coast for surf potential and discovered gnarly jagged elk horn coral head reefs making for seriously dangerous surfing, a no go spot up the reef but on the corner where the currents flow around the island the bottom was somewhat flat with the random coral head protruding out of the water as the bigger sets sucked the inside reef dry.  Today was a different story, light turquoise water, strong off shores and a building head high swell with just the two of us out for 30 min pushing one another to take off deeper.  I had found my sweet take off spot when another surfer paddles out from the beach that I recognize as a local surfer named Woo! Woo says,  “sure glad you guys are out here as this place is spooky to surf alone,” I agree as I mention that I had seen an 8 foot tiger shark here 2 weeks ago! Woo! Proceeds to paddle really deep up the reef as a big set looms and casually drops in super late to get effortlessly shacked on his tiny firewire surfboard!! The swell is now definitely building with the incoming tide and it’s a B-U- T- FUL-ting Mon, swapping waves B teen 3 friends in the islands, mon! We surf through the mid day session and the wind shifts, Woo paddles back in to the beach where his family is hanging out and we figure it’s time to head back to the boat for an afternoon sail back to the bay by the airport for CB’s mourning departure stateside.
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Next morning   CB and I walk into the airport and spy two incredibly hot girls? CB and I just look at each other in disbelief??? I say “too bad your leaving,” CB smiles and looks toward the girls and says “I scored anyways!!!”  He’s off to the jet and I head back to my boat and bump into the girls by the Café and say” hello,” they tell me there are here to shoot video for Bikini Destinations TV show and ask about surfing lessons I told them CB just left but I’d be happy to give a lesson, take them sailing and anything else they might need…”

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