The east coast is about to get obliterated.
Or at least that’s what every news agency is telling us. Probably just smoke and mirrors to distract us from the fact that Snickers bars have gotten considerably smaller in the last 10 years. But that’s just the world we live in.
Brett doesn’t get caught up in everyone else’s bullshit. He lives on the Outer Banks, a place devoid of anything but waves and fish, and loves almost every second of it (see: impending Matthew destruction). His hometown was recently graced with a flurry of swell from an unnamed weather system, one that created chocolate wedges for several consecutive days. Brett scoured the coast for premium sand banks and ended up having a few great sessions. Let’s just hope those banks still exist post-Matthew.