Amelia the Tropicat: A Swell Companion
By Liz Clark, captain of Swell I’ve had a few pets on Swell over the last nine years—most of them made their way aboard on their own. I don’t mind the geckos...
W WIND 10 TO 15 KT. WIND WAVES 3 FT. NW SWELL 11 FT AT 13 SECONDS.
Headed out on a 4 day trip last week. Nowhere exotic...100 miles west...the Oregon Coast. Thursday yielded the only really surfable waves of the trip with waist to chest high peaks at a drive up location. Fellow surf trippers trickled in through the day. The forecast was not promising, wave or weather-wise and did not disappoint with rain, sloppy waves and later some 50 mph winds.
The top pic was a waist high peeler that looked doable but was reeling in the face of a strong ebb in a large river mouth which...if you missed the wave...meant your first stop was chaotic large surf on a nearby spit then Japan.
The second shot pretty much surmised the items purchased for sustenance.
Third shot was the camp setup at an undisclosed guerilla-style location.
Fourth shot was a talisman for surf...it did not work.
Fifth shot was the result of beers drunk prompting a trunk session in said river on the flood.
Sixth & final pic shows what happens when you don't take down the surf contest tent before the 50 mph winds get it.