The solid
NW swell is still hitting Maui's North Shore, and this morning we awoke to more waves, but very light winds. Passing on the SUP sesh to get some cleaning done around the house, before heading over to Kanaha for Chris' last sesh of the trip - with winds hover around 5 knots at shore and 10 outside the reef, we headed out on longboards with 5-meter sails.
The waves were still huge - as big as the whopper I caught SUPping yesterday. I grabbed a couple then headed in to check on Chris. We headed out Upper Kanaha's 2nd (or 3rd?) reef, where two more shortboard sailors had slogged out. One guy was on an older starboard, and what looked like a 5.8 or 6.0 meter sail. This guy was STOKED. I caught a good look at him coming down the line as I was going out, and he was hootin' and hollerin. We even ended up once on the same wave, and he gave me plenty of room, and was smilin' all the time.
After catching a few more rides, we ended up on the same wave again - we had both gone for what looked to be the set wave. Not wanting to ruin his ride, I jibed over the shoulder - and found myself staring into a wall of blue. I threw the mast down, tried to the sink tip down as far as I could - but there was no chance. The gear ripped out of my hands, I felt my back hit reef - not to hard - just enough to know it was there - and it felt like an eternity before I made it back up for air.
When I did come up, my gear was - amazingly - about five feet away - but I could already tell the mast was broken, about halfway down. Now, if the sail had been torn, I would have just tried to sail it in. But the sail had miraculously survived with no damage, and sailing it in would have almost guaranteed tearing the sleeve, so I de-rigged, figuring my buddy on the longboard would soon be out to lend a hand.
This turned out to be a decision I would (slightly) regret. With the swell, Chris was searching for me with his binoculars, but didn't see me broken down. The wind had picked up, blowing me downwind, through Lowers, all the way to Kite Beach. A big shout-out to Juan from Hot Sails who was the only sailor or kiter to offer me a tow in. His 69-liter board wasn't too hot for it though, so after we accidentally separated I told him to go back in and play with the waves. I was pretty beat by the time I made it back to shore - just in time to get Chris, Heather, and their 7-month-old daughter Myla off to the airport to catch their flight to LA layover, before they carry on to London, then Newcastle.
I wanted to find that other sailor that was sailing Uppers with us... he sure got me stoked.