Ah man the only thing I ever worry about when going on a "surf trip" that involves boarding a plane...where am I gonna score some reefer..."Real Surfers" never paddle out before a lil dance wit Maryjane...
Been there. Watching predictions for 10 feet at 15 seconds and stuff worrying like "oh sh*t, i'm either gonna get my azz handed to me or i'm gonne be drinking beers till it mellows-out". But then, once I got to said destination, I understood (just like most other destinations) that not everywhere is a giant slap-in-yo-face beachbreak with no options other than duckdiving head high shorebreak and getting washed like a pair of pantalones. I learned that NJ sucks, and everywhere else in the world is way easier to surf, for the most part, even when it gets "big". LOL.
I have that issue laying around here somewhere. Great story and really makes you think. Surfing, mainly in big waves, is about mind control and conquering fears. It's incredible what she's been able to do. Makes me think it's totally possible for any one of us to go out there and do the same. I mean, what's our excuse? No neurological disease that's for sure, at least not me, can't speak for everybody. It's daunting when you look at it (Mavs) the first time, but with mind control, anything is possible, right?
You called it "the" Mavericks. That was enough of a hint. I surfed Malibu once. Not recommended. I prefer the kind of zoo with lions and tigers and bears.