Sir Brettly is at it again!
Oh To Find A Wedge By Its Lonesome
Brett Barley mines a mysto nugget on the Outer Banks, making all his friends say, "What the heck, Brett? I would have really liked to share this session with you. Please call me next time."
We travel for 'em, we lose sleep over 'em, we simply lust over those aquatic energy bands.
But sometimes – and these are the best times – waves just land in our laps and say, "ride me, master."
Recently Brett Barley stumbled upon an empty left wedge and, despite the threat of tickling onshores, ended up scoring all day long by his damn self. Tubes, turns, jumps, the whole kit n caboodle. A bit of rubber but was required but well worth it for surf-trip waves at home.