It was fun while it lasted. Any size waves in Florida in this interminable heat, humidity, and Sea Of Tranquility-like flatness of our doggiest of Dog Days of early August are welcome with open, if not under-utilized paddling arms.
Bertha’s modest, three- to five-foot offerings didn’t set anybody’s hair on fire here in North Central Florida, specifically New Smyrna Beach where I posted up on Tuesday for this exclusive ESM photo blog. But the stoke was sky high, the good vibes palpable, and the broadly smiling, surf-starved masses truly thankful for the opportunities she provided.
This time of year, we are simply thankful for any little bump that moves out in the Atlantic and gives us the chance for a waveriding tune up until business hopefully picks up as the peak of tropical season arrives next month. As I write this with glassy, perfectly longboardable, two-foot peelers kissed by the lightest of onshore winds at my homebreak, I’m stoked for all of my equally as starved friends, family, business associates, and the rest of the surfing masses who got a taste of Bertha’s full swell on Wednesday and Thursday, from the Carolinas all the way to the Canadian Maritimes.
While not exactly the well-paired, three-course serving to satiate one’s true hunger at New Smyrna’s myriad five-star sandbars, Bertha’s little one-day snacks will do just fine ’til the next meal gets here, as this photo blog will visually attest to.
In the meantime, I hear some glassy little two-footers calling me just a quick bike ride away at the end of the street…