I spend the night at the camp site in Lakes Entrance, which is an inlet that is home to the local fishing fleet. I check out the local beaches but there are not any waves to interest me there.
The manageress of the camp site tells me how to find the best known surf break in the area which is called Red Bluff.
It is only a few miles down the road and armed with excellent directions I pull into the car park without issue.
It is a glorious day and there is a viewing platform in the car park from which you can check out the surf without walking down to the beach.
Seeing these lines rolling in I didn’t have to think for long before I was racing back to the van to get changed into my wetsuit. However what you cant see from the cliffs is how rocky it is here.
In this picture that was wave of the day, you can actually see the rocks through the water. Getting off your board at the end of each ride entails a belly flop to limit how far you fall through the water to avoid bouncing of the rocks. The waves weren’t too powerful so I managed not to maim myself doing so, although I had noticed with interest the monument to a 13 year old boy who had died whilst surfing here some years before on my way down to the beach.
There was just one other surfer out on the peak I had chosen. I got chatting with him and it turned out that Rory was from Ireland and had settled in the area about five years ago. We traded waves for about an hour before he got out leaving me with the waves to myself.
The water was surprisingly cold here today and at times I had to keep moving just to keep my hands warm.
Despite the constant fear of losing fins to the rocks this was a mellow session in small clean surf, which I really enjoyed, but it is time to leave the south coast and head back to New South Wales once more.
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