In a recent flurry of reader e-mails, SmartAss so eloquently wrote:
“So, it says here in the title of your blog that you’re a ‘Surf Bum’. To me, that would infer that you have few responsibilities of the average person, and have plenty of time to dedicate to the mysterious craft of surfing. In that case, why haven’t you written anything about it?”
Well, SmartAss, you are right that I have few responsibilities of the average person, and that surfing is a mysterious craft. But… here’s the real reason I haven’t been writing about surfing:
This is my curse. As you can see, the wonderful island of Grenada (highlighted by the lime green ellipse) sits in the very south of the Lesser Antilles Caribbean islands, in a location perfectly sheltered from the typical wave-producing swell directions (red arrows) that this region of the world gets. There’s a 10-12 foot, long-period macking swell being pushed from the north from hurricane Sandy you say? Well, there’s no need to get excited if you’re living in Grenada – Puerto Rico, The Virgin Islands, Anguilla, St. Martin, St. Barts, Antigua and Barbuda, Guadeloupe and Dominica have got you covered! Oh, there’s another nice looking storm system moving in from the northeast? Don’t worry, it’ll be flat and calm in Grenada – St. Vincent and Barbados will protect you!
The reality is, Grenada just isn’t in the ideal geographic location to pick up long-travelling swell from multiple directions in the Atlantic Ocean. So, while other places in the Caribbean are doing this:
A blissful March afternoon at Mt. Irvine Bay, Tobago.
And this:
Yours truly, about to get worked on the west coast of Barbados.
Grenada is likely doing this:
Prickly Bay. Flat and flawless to some, flat and forgetful for surfers.
HOWEVER, on rare occasions, the goddess of the sea will smile upon the island of spice, sending small pulses that find their way to shore. And when my “home” break on the south of the island doesn’t look like this (which is more likely than not):
Pint-sized Prickly perfection, Grenada.
…then it’s time to go hunting!
While the swell direction window for Grenada is small, the mid-section of the east coast of the island can offer some hidden gems. With hundreds of hidden bays, points and long stretches of beach with poor to no road access, when the direction is right, you’ll be able to find a fun, steep isolated peak all to yourself. But should the stretch of coast you’re exploring not show the love and warmth you were expecting, you can be sure to find solace in the adventure that took you to that spot.
Boards strapped to the roof of the vehicle. Windows down, the moist ocean air flowing through my hair. We crest the peak of a steep incline to gaze out at the open ocean far below. White water cracks against sharp rocks in the distance. Excitement. Anticipation. Hope. Passing through villages, locals point and wave, smile and stare. We are an anomaly on this island. Grenada is a familiar place to me, but the sense of adventure that comes with the exploration of new coastline in search of waves, whisks me off the island. It takes me to the lush coastal jungles of Tahiti or Indonesia, where pumping overhead barrels await past every turn. The paved road we travel down turns to dirt. Dirt turns to grass. Grass turns to knee high brush. Thick vines engulf the vehicle as we struggle to navigate this long overgrown path. A clearing lays ahead, with white sand glimmering in the sun. The ocean greets us. Shoulder high A-frame sets grind down the coastline in front of us. Jump out. Wax Board. Paddle out.
“There’s something to ride!” – A welcome greeting as we pull up. East coast, Grenada.
Thanks for writing, SmartAss.