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Chilled to the Bone

Chilled to the Bone

Jan 4, 2008 January 4, 2008

Belki_2I am a total pussy when it comes to the cold. This is a true weakness that makes me crumble and fall. It is almost like a sickness that begins in my fingers and toes spreads to my lower back sending shivers through my body. Next the uncontrollable shaking sets in. Eventually the glacier-like flow of cold hits my chest. This is when I know I am going to be fighting for heat all day. Chilled to the bone I search for warmth in a race against the almighty flu that shortly follows this experience.

I am on a small island that lies amongst the few remains once linking Tasmania and the mainland. Rugged and spectacular this island is surrounded by the icy waters of the treacherous Bass Strait and also lies in the path of the roaring forties. For those of you who are not familiar with this weather phenomenon, the roaring forties are produced by storms centered over Antarctica. The front travels with gale-like force up to the Great Southern Ocean, leaving a trail of upwelling from the polar depths.

Sounds frigid right? I actually can’t believe that I agreed to come ona surf trip this far south. My kit for the cold consists of three keypieces: Down Jacket, new Beyond Coastal organic shea butter lip balmand an R3 full suit.

[Halfway through the event we hunted out a small slow wave to ride Tom Wegener’s quiver made of palonia wood. After losing the board hundreds of meters down the beach I carry the 12-foot parabolic back up the beach. Photo: Dane Peterson]

I am here with an idiosyncratic group of visionary, and in some casesslightly deranged, surfers to partake in Derek Hynd’s Friction Freesurfing event, which basically rules out any craft with fins or arudder. It’s an experiment in design, created to generate freethinkingand new ideas perceived through the expressions and temperaments of theocean — a new way to slide the days away.

Dp_film14_2After my first session of face planting into the flats on picture perfect right wedges I was frustrated to say the least. I could stillfeel my fingers enough to wash away my performance frustrations with abodysurf. Fully submersed I was surprised at how warm my new 3mm was.The black rubber blocked the wind and wool insulated my body. The bestattribute to this session was the pullover neck creating a barrierfrom the water, leaving my body dry and totally oblivious to theextreme conditions it was exposed to.

Dp2289_2_3There is an array of equipment here, made from varying mediums: wood,air, rubber, Styrofoam, fiberglass and epoxy. After much testing it wasdetermined that the best performers are thin-railed simplistic shapes,less buoyant forms and a mid-length size range. On the smaller wavesthe alaias outshone the pack — a very natural feel and the epitome ofthe glide.

Following the trail of the sun over the green pastures, weaving througha field of the country’s best cows, a peak looms through the morningfog. Amazed at its pure beauty I slip on a wet full suit and fight thecurrent for the next six hours. Derek made the boards perform better thananyone, controlled spinning and holding lines through hollow sections.Today, thundering from the strait, are best lefts I have seen sinceIndo. Despite the cold I couldn’t bring myself to exit the lineup.

Dp2292_2Later that evening, hungry, aching, tired and totally stoked, I askedwhy the event was held in such a cold location. I was stared upon, likea werewolf peering into my eyes, head tilted as if I should know theanswer. Finally the silence broke, "Stupid people migrate to the warmclimates; you have to come to places like this to find paradise." Ithought about this statement for sometime, weighing up the pluses andminuses, and finally came to the conclusion that it was time for me toprepare for the cold in order to seek a paradise in solitude. As greatas it is to paddle out in just boardies feeling the sun’s rays on yourbare back, with a new R3 wetsuit I would trade it for empty windswepthollows any day…

[Photos (top to bottom): A cold wait for the next set — bodysurfing Phoques Bay; 7’0" alaia and finless creation shaped by Dane Peterson; event poster incorporating free friction surfing with classical music. All photos by Dane Peterson.]

Editor’s note: For more on this event, check out the article "Fretless" by Derek Hynd in the current issue (Vol. 16 NO. 6) of The Surfer’s Journal. If gliding friction-free on an alaia board strikes your fancy, be sure and visit this page on Tom Wegener’s new site. The photo at the top of the page shows Dan Malloy locked-in on his alaia. I’ve seen him ride that board before and, yes, it’s as thin and flat as it looks in the photo, incredibly fast though. Good stuff.

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