By twist of fate, or lack of directions we ended up at Steamer Lane the other night. After a pretty intense session with plenty of localism and attitude we retired for some tasty Thai flavas and then camped down for the night in the RV.
The next morning we hit up Steamer Lane in the chill window when everyone was either at work or school, and with the swell being quite small it meant the die-hards weren’t out representing.
A chilled out session with plenty of sun, some small, but clean waves and no shark bites, result!
