Empty Barrels On a Lonely Beach. Heaven.
It's been a while. Been hooked on point breaks recently but Cape Cod, as always, showed how much power it can house up. Shacks the size of hatch back cars and small trucks; shattered shell and mid sized pebble encrusted bottom ass kickings by one of the farthest reaches East in southern New England. This picture is not enough to describe the flawless perfection we witnessed. 5-6 second screamer cover ups. The bottom was not soft....and my shoulder blade is bruised.....
a shot within a shot. by All Photos by the Newportian: RJAM
A little bit of Nadine love
Before we decided a 2hr car ride was in line:
Ray Jarvis cruisin the inside slab:
J A Macfarlyn who knows how shallow it was....
