We've driven slightly out of Port Fairy, the old western style town we camped at last night. Our continuous search for surf has yielded nothing suitable in the past few days. We've seen flat bays and menacing 15ft waves over sharp rock formations or shattering out to sea with a noise like gunfire. Today is big, heavily forming an unstable barrel across a rocky bay. A slight surfer gracefully tackles its steep, scary waves but we can't risk it. Two other surfers hover to the left, directly over rocks. I'm glad they don't paddle for anything. I desperately want to get it the water but know better, the salt spray stinging my face and almost feel their fear as it comes in big behind them. The noise of the waves carries over to us but the surfers are silent.
