I lived in Santa Cruz, down the road from Mavs, and when the surf was thumping (and once I’d gotten my fill and couldn’t paddle any more or was too cold) we’d head up to Mavericks to see the action. Even for the non-surfer, watching the big waves roll in at Steamer Lane just west of downtown was impressive enough and more so due to the surfers shredding them. But seeing Mavericks on a big swell was something altogether different–at the very least it shows what Mother Nature can conjure up on her own. Granted, it’s a bit of a spectacle since the big days bring out quite a few observers, but well worth the drive and crowd annoyance.
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