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The boys
watching videos.
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22 December log
The loud, vibrating, clanking of
the anchor winch spinning and
sound of the chain being dropped
stirred the rats from their cages.
Groms started emerging from every
corner and tightly quipped French
started flying all over the place.
We were in front of a backwashy
left breaking in front of a steep
cliff in a deserted, thickly
forested cove. Before they could
wipe the sleep from their eyes
they were waxing up and straight
into it. The wave didn't offer
much but everyone was stoked to
get into the water after the long
travel. The session was short, and
before we knew it anchor was
pulled and again we were off,
headed north. We decided to check
some spots on the way to today's
destination (a remote island a few
hours away). A harbor mouth coral
reef right and left was only about
waist high, but absolutely
perfect, spinning little cylinders
that would spit out on the
end section. Well, the groms were
all over it, sparring with snaps
over the crystal-clear blanket of
water barely covering the live
coral reef. It was quite a
photogenic spot and some nice
moments were captured..
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