Surfing in New York is one of the most frustratingly rewarding destinations on the earth. With fickle winds, and frustrating tides it is often that promising swell never gets good and bad swell becomes epic. In the winter months we must rely on Nor’easters that dump snow and ice on us for our waves, in which case we jump into our 5mm suits, boots and gloves and surf until we go numb. However when the conditions all come together, you’re left with perfect waves with nobody in sight. This experience sums up the surf trip James Parascandola and I took to our own backyard.
Late Saturday night James and I decided to take a road trip to the East End of Long Island with the hopes of surfing the famous, California style, point breaks that our coast provides. We packed the car and made it out there before the sunrise. When the sun came up, all signs pointed to an epic day of pumping waves. Every mile we drove we saw nothing but perfect waves breaking hundreds of yards out, but by the times we arrived to the end, the winds had shifted and the waves were gone.
Completely blindsided by this wind shift, we checked the forecasts again and realized that the conditions were only going to get worse. After much back and forth about what to do, we decided to hop back in the car and drove 2 hours west to our home break, Long Beach, NY.
When we pulled up and walked over the boardwalk the beach was littered with empty waves. Chest high sets rolling from jetty to jetty just begging to be surfed. Psyched that we made the right call, we ran back to the car, hoped in our suits and paddled out. Our 4+ hour session saw a few people come and go but the majority of the afternoon we split waves between ourselves.
By the time we got out, the storm front had completely filled in and we were welcomed with a fresh coat of New York snow.