In the past ten days, both Narelle and I have written about the recent rains and flooding here on the North Shore of Oahu. We have posted pictures of debris, changed beach landscapes, and brown waves. We have also noted the flat, tranquil seas that allowed the brown to prevail.
Slowly the larger waves have returned, beginning the deep washing and cleansing so needed to return these waters to their pristine blues and greens. Yesterday we saw the biggest waves yet, reminding us of early February, and the crashing majesty we have grown to love.
We aren’t the only ones noting the changes, and acknowledging the shifting seasons here on the North Shore. Standing at Waimea Bay in the early morning, we marvelled at the walls of water folding into crashing splash. We also were thrilled by the number of surfers showing up to celebrate the end of the season. It was obvious they were locals. Each one carried a long board, the unadorned kind the big wave riders use. They all knew it was probably the last really good ride of the season. They were here to pay homage to the reason they live on this particular coastline, the giant waves of winter.
Narelle and I are also talking of the passing of this season, our first together, and the great good fortune of spending it here, with the waves. The Spring Equinox is a mere ten days away. Ten days after that we will be heading for the Southern Hemisphere, and the next leg of our journey together. We love the North Shore, and will never forget our time here. We have spoken often of what an amazing home base it could be. So who knows, we are after all pretty good at turning our dreams into our reality. We’ll keep you posted, with big grins and tan skin. Love, Glen.