Heres the story as I saw it. I will let Miller tell it from his eyes.
Went for a SUP this morning and scored some ok waves to ourselves.
Paddling out we could see it was pretty big. It was closing out the channel which made the water pretty lumpy as it bounced off the reefs on either side. I finally made it out there but little did I know I wasnt anywhere near being out the back. I looked back to shore to get my bearings and I couldnt bloody see land! All I could see was white water from the back of the waves and Miller was no where to be seen. As I turned around I was looking down the throat of some pretty angry pits. It was very noisy and I could hear the grinding and thumpy of the waves. I picked a wave paddling hard and went nose first into the pit of dispair. I was a goner. finally getting washed over the inside and in the safety of the channel I could breath easy while Miller told me he thought he was gonna have to call my wife with some bad news.
Anywho heres some photos of us playing in the lumpy reforms.
Miller wanted this one bad
Me diving for crays
I was hungry
I was sure there was a bigger one behind this one
Gliding nicely
Turning the bus around
