Heaven, Nirvana, or “paradise” – depending on your flavor – has a similar ring for the fiberglass and neoprene inclined. A perfect electric blue barreling wave with a paper thin lip that cascades into the trough over sand, warm water with a warmer sun that doesn’t burn the skin, and having the thing completely to oneself for eternity. Maybe a friend’s there, too but down the beach a ways with a peak of their own.
No stranger to surf craft of the twin fin variety, Asher Pacey here looks to have ascended into the cerulean great beyond.