What it meant for the Post School Drop Off crew, including Slyders Grant Jaques, Michael Stringer& myself was that with our midday arrival we could check or go out for a surf, so we unpacked and set up our respective swags or in Grant's case his caravan and eagerly awaited the ranger blocking to sand dune access to the beach to head off....

2pm came and finally the weed spraying was done, so the mad rush of about 20 bodysurfers over dune to the beach ensued and boy were we met with a sight. The beach was blessed with some awesome clean peaks, and we were frothing.  

Campfire

We all hit the water for an awesome afternoon session, more people joining as they arrived, Saturday night we set in around the Camp fire to catch up, have a chat, share some beers, stories and laughs and also meeting some new first timers. For some the night was early and others late.....I was the latter and my head paid the price he next morning. 

Saturday

Saturday morning we all got up, eager to see what the conditions were like. Treachery was a bit mixed up with a bit of morning sickness so we checked Lighthouse beach which was teeming with a pod of around 30 dolphins playing in the waves, we ended up jumping in at Treachery, scattered across the peaks with the sound of Matt Ruscoe hollering into some sandy shories. More people arrived throughout the day from various locations and the camp site grew to over 40 attendees spread from the south coast of New South Wales and up to the Gold Coast in Queensland. 

Saturday afternoon we ventured north for waves, first stop for some was Celitos and others moving on to check out Boomerang Beach, the group I was with took the option to stay at Celitos which turned out to be a good call as we got around 45mins to ourselves before the traveling whompers returned to overrun the breaks before returning to camp for the much awaiting arrival of Cliff Flax's alter ego.....Belly Slater. 

The arrival of Belly Slater

We had to extend the the camp fire with the swelling numbers and well all set it for the night which involved Cliff taking center stage with his guitar and the now traditional Whomp Camp sing along. 

Sunday