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Throwing the tail around in a euphoria-inducing cutback.

I’m back on Maui and damn does it feel good! I feel like a junkie finally bathing in drugs after a drought. Waves! To be riding waves again is simply euphoric.

Back out at Hookipa for the first time in a month, I was giddy to catch and ride anything and everything that I could. I would jibe on small, shitty waves. Big waves. Taken waves. Short waves. Long waves. It didn’t matter– the only impulse running through my body was the need to ride waves.

This back loop felt so good. Landing backloops never gets boring.

I love windsurfing after not windsurfing for a while. Everything is fresh and exciting. I feel like I’m moving so fast, even if its not any faster than normal. And every landed move is extra pleasurable. Plus, I tend to sail really well after a break because I’m so excited. This weekend for example, I landed a ton of goiters, even more takas, and even a mutant. That’s not including the turns, which are my favorite part.

Hitting the lip and throwing a hard carve– that’s the best feeling in my life. Or maybe the best feeling is sliding through a quick off-the-lip taka in the pit. Scratch that, the best feeling is just windsurfing.

Throwing and landing a goiter at the point.

A freeze-frame from that last goiter.

So much invigorated sailing has left my hands quite sore and missing some skin. Oh, and I’ve got a massive blood blister too. It’s strange because my hands are normally fine after long breaks. Oh well, today and tomorrow don’t look that good, so I’ll take these two days to rest from the water and return full force in the middle of the week.

Tweaking a strange air.