Sea fog sunrise. Photo: Luke Simpson

Sea fog sunrise. Photo: Luke Simpson

Where the cold winds blow. Photo: Luke Simpson

Where the cold winds blow. Photo: Luke Simpson

Balaram Stack and Sam Hammer, a two man army. Photo: Luke Simpson

Balaram Stack and Sam Hammer, a two man army. Photo: Luke Simpson

Empty, perfect and absolutely freezing. Photo: Luke Simpson

Empty, perfect and insanely cold. Photo: Luke Simpson

Five millimeters later. Photo: Luke Simpson

Five millimeters later. Photo: Luke Simpson

A week before this, Balaram Stack was doing this same thing at Backdoor. Photo: Luke Simpson

A week before this, Balaram Stack was doing this at Backdoor. Different climate, same concept. Photo: Luke Simpson

Balaram Stack, hands-free driving. Photo: Luke Simpson

Balaram, hands-free driving. Photo: Luke Simpson

Wasn't Hammer-time in the 1980's? Photo: Luke Simpson

Wasn't Hammer-time in the 1980's? Sam, late to nobody's party but his own. Photo: Luke Simpson

Balaram Stack, no need to crouch. Photo: Luke Simpson

Balaram Stack, why crouch? Photo: Luke Simpson

Sam Hammer gets one last wave before the long drive back to New Jersey. Photo: Luke Simpson

Sam Hammer gets one last wave before the long, but warm, drive back to New Jersey. Photo: Luke Simpson

Monday Photos: Icy East

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It was probably one of the coldest surfs of my life. I woke up at 3 AM, met up with Sam Hammer and drove a few hours into New England. By the time we got to the spot, I think the air was -4 degrees. Absolutely freezing. There were these massive waves on the outer sandbar, but it wasn’t that good so we waited for the tide to come in. And the shorebreak started firing. It was just Sam and I out for a while, and then a few locals joined us. The waves were insane and we surfed for a few hours, came in to warm up and got a few more in the afternoon. We drove back home stoked — with the heat on full blast.-Balaram Stack

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