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Two hours before darkness.

Or how to be rewarded with solitude and ocean motion.

It was just two weeks ago that I stumbled upon pictures from Denmark. One particular session years ago still stuck on my mind. Nørre Vorupør further down the bay. Winds turned from straight onshore to offshore in about an hour. The huge swell was not willing to die down just yet but the fresh breeze cleaned up faces and chops. Unbelievable drainers everywhere and our stoke level exceeded for hours.

This time was different. We knew the coast was willing to scream and we wanted to score Denmark that good again after all the years of trial and error. Countless hours on the roads surpassing danish speed limits and profound studying of periods, swell directions and millions of different remoulades tasted. But still questions remained. Dan did not feel too comfortable about the forecast and decided not to go. We went nevertheless.

I have no fitting words for what happened during these next couple of hours.
Short, cold night. Rainy morning. Driving around to find the best spot. The ocean still wobbly and the off shore wind has not cleaned up the surface enough yet. Jumping in further north for a quick little session at a fun looking right hander. Two hours in the water. Some funky turns and high lines but nothing similar to what happened years ago.

 

Back in the car. Driving further south again to see if there was less wind and better waves. And yes it happened.

The wind had tidied up the canvas and industry standard pipes came rolling onto one particular sandbar. Finn, Jonas and I rapidly changed into the already wet wetsuits standing in the freezing cold of 3°C plus strong offshore winds.
It was now or never. Two hours before darkness and a stoke level bar way below max needed to be expansed. And so it did.

Tim Wendrich “the maniac” went swimming in ice-cold waters to freeze some moments. Most of his pictures from the session are going to fill next Nordic Surfers Magazine, so we won’t post any here but if can hardly wait to see them printed. But to judge his attitude facing the cold: Booties never really fit in flippers and the pressure starts numbing your cold feet pretty instantly. So hats off for this act of selflessness. Frithjof Blaasch alias Bulgenslaag did the same to his wind chilled fingers staying on land and pressing shutter buttons for ages before he came in to find some nuggets himself.

All I can say is let the pictures tell you how good it was. The photographs don’t even do justice to how perfectly makable and thrilling those tubes where. Thank you so much to Tim and Frithjof. I deeply know the mindset crises every surfing filmer and photographer is confronted with every single session.

This was by far one of the two best sessions I have ever witnessed in Denmark.
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