It’s not the carved pipe, or the billabong board, or the coldness of the wetsuit, or the dunes laid out in the background, or the desolate gray sky above…because all east coast surfers have experienced all of that…well, save the pipe. It’s the color.
The color the water is producing here, and preface this by saying it only occurs once you get North of say Cocoa in the Atlantic, it makes this dark green washed up color that makes you think your in Ireland or something. That’s the water that east coast surfers grew up with.
I’ve no idea where this is, or what they are trying to accomplish except have an incredible day out in the surf, but the water just speaks to an old time east coast water kid who wishes for days like that when the waves would just be perfect enough for an epic curl.