The Right Stuff
Jeff Clark ups the ante at Mavericks
Not long after Jeff Clark let the cat out of the bag, a beautiful Indian summer day came to Central California. The buoy heights had gone down, and no one was really thinking about Mavericks. The swell interval was still healthy and the tide was dropping though, so Jeff knew it was worth a look. So we grabbed the Zodiac, and motored out of the harbor and waited.
Then, after close to half an hour, a beautiful two wave, 15-foot set rose from a sheet glass Pacific. Jeff smiled at us, waxed up, paddled out to an empty lineup, and dropped into a handful of flawless deep blue walls…switch foot.
Long live the king.