In the Southern Hemisphere, the words "summer" and "waves" are very rarely used in the same sentence.
Photo: John Barton
Matthew Burke lighting up the night. Photo: John Barton
Hanging out in the ceiling of a hefty one at Bank Vaults while Drew Meredith sets up for the run through the end bowl. Photo: John Barton
Taj Burrow feeling right at home in West Oz. Photo: John Barton
No shortage of breathtaking beaches in Tasmania. Just need a good guide to get you into all the nooks and crannies. Photo: John Barton
Pitstops. Not a bad way to go to work when the walk down your driveway looks like this. Photo: John Barton
Local shredder Andi putting it up there in front of a tropical wallpaper. Photo: John Barton
Water trails in the afternoon light at Burger World. Photo: John Barton
Hard to get and very fickle, but when it's on, this little bit of reef will leave you speechless. Photo: John Barton
First day in the Islands and Francisco Alves was already scoring some unique Mentawai perspectives. Photo: John Barton
Off the beaten track, in the middle of nowhere, on the right tide and in front of that particular coconut tree. If you can find it, then you deserve to have it all to yourself. Photo: John Barton
Dave Matthew, on one of just a handful out at this empty early season Bank Vaults session. Photo: John Barton
Matthew Burke in Indonesian heaven. Complete with halo and all. Photo: John Barton
Taj Burrow sitting pretty in a Yallingup vortex. Photo: John Barton
Paul Clark and a unique angle of a floater. Photo: John Barton
What 'folio would be complete without an obligatory sunset shot? Photo: John Barton
Burger World. No description necessary. Photo: John Barton
On a little corner of an outer reef, there lies a spot filled with small, shallow swell drainers. A savior for keeping both surf and photography stoke levels high. Photo: John Barton
Matthew Burke in the glass house. Photo: John Barton
A night under the stars and amongst the penguins at the bottom of Shipstern Bluff, Tasmania. Photo: John Barton
For those of us born and bred in the Southern Hemisphere, the words “summer” and “waves” are very rarely used in the same sentence. Unless of course you’re cussing in a fit of surf-starved frustration and inserting “never has any bloody” between them.
Luckily for this Southern Hemispherian, I’m blessed with the opportunity to live in a place that always has summer waves. Even when it’s flat, it’s head high somewhere in the Mentawai Islands. So when people talk about the Early Season out here, my ears prick up and I salivate at the thought of super fun, empty waves with little to no crowds.
Even more fortunately, after feasting on late season treats out here in 2013, my return home to an Australian summer was blessed with a seemingly endless run of swells.
Normally, the holiday period back home is a time for me to put down the camera gear, put the boards in the shed, lick my wounds and rest a battered and bruised body from a long Indo season. This time though, I couldn’t look the proverbial gift horse in the mouth. So I reloaded the boards, charged the cameras, packed the car, slammed the trunk and made sure I was there when the swells slammed into Australian coastlines.
The good run didn’t end there either. Now back on deck here at Pitstop Hill in the Mentawai Islands for the 2014 season, I’m feeling just as lucky. Four months in and I think I must’ve been a good lad somewhere down the track because with the waves we’ve had so far this season, I feel like I’ve been cashing in some karmic chips. So here’s some of the highs from this year so far. And if this has been my “low season,” I can’t wait to see what’s still to come.