Hawaii in late October

Clearly I've looked into this via online resources, but I'm double-checking with you guys since several of you are well in the know and have been around.

So how likely is good, consistent swell in Hawaii the last week of October and first few days of November? May have the opportunity to get out there on little to no cost.

 

So we can have 12 threads per day about the amazingly unexpected phenomenon of summer flatness but the Hawaiian experts can't chime in? I guess the question wasn't emotional enough for the reality show this board has become

 

sandblasters my man, please go Desert Storm on these mental patients.

 

Course I know it's big there. Also that there's many breaks there some of which do not get as big or crowded as others. Looking for first-hand info from the experts on here.

 

Great stuff, thank you!

 

Ask and you shall receive. Disclaimer that this is my first novel here in quite some time in the event I've got much to report and it will either be stokefully welcomed, hated on, disbelieved, or ignored by all on here. The pics are forthcoming as soon as the locals in Flores/Mango send them over from our sessions the last day there. Should be a good reel of some quality rides and far more instances of schitt eating. It was all great fun and very educational. The trek back and forth to the east was the right move by far. Made for a busy final day but the crowds and closeouts at Tunco were things I had enough of after a few days.

Very kind people down there in ES and they're doing a great job with building a surf culture that's only been popularized at all in the last 5 years. Most people there on the water have mad skill and there were more than a few young kids who simply ripped. I gifted my two boards at the end of the trip to the people who took the best care of us. Good thing I had the Español to speak as I needed it 3/4 of the time, although my dialect is PR/DR and CenAm is different.

Was very prepared thanks to several of you and smart planning and that kept me off the toilet, bug-free, safe, and at the right spots. Did nothing other than surf, eat, and sleep for 7 days and it was rejuvving for me. The one setback was getting slammed to the sand bottom on a closeout at low tide on a beach break the second morning. I knew better than to stay out there past the 2 hour window of optimal tide but you know my stoke and I was starting to get some calibration to the Pacific waves which Gaffer is completely on point about being a whole new ball game compared to EC windswell and gradually declining topography.

Someone said just yesterday on here how shallow water sessions in smaller waves are far more perilous than riding bigger and that's damn truth. If there was a place to get blunt trauma in the lumbar region it was where I did on the lower right side. Pain is something I easily get past and my only concern at first was a possible fracture or other injury you just don't mess with. Once I discerned it was just a badly compressed nerve I got busy getting back out there by resting, hitting la farmacia, and staying hydrated and fed with anti-inflammatory foods. Missed a few sessions in total but a man's gotta live to fight another day. In retrospect, I'm fortunate for the daily hours I've put in on the water and recently on the Carver board because a less-trained core would've rejected that impact in a major way.

I saw volcanos. I saw waves as clean and sick as Indo according to some of my vet counterparts. Charged in bath water temps yet showered in May water temps in Mass. Because of dog balls being allowed to hang low and loose and full of juice, I saw more canines per cubic meter than trash in Bridgeport. Ate papaya that is so fresh it might give sight to the blind. I charged an evening sesh where, on one end, the sun was setting upon an idyllic horizon of lush rural mountainside, and on the other end an apocalyptic blackness of storm and pitchfork lightning blew in; it was like Genesis. Saw complete nights of lightning that lit up sporadic parts of the whole sky like a switchboard or pinball machine, then clearer nights I saw 3/4 of the entire celestial sky (we see half up here). Went days speaking the native language of others that have had a very different and tougher existence than me yet was welcomed as family by them and had rapport with them on several common grounds of culture and simple respect.

It was fulfilling and I enjoyed every minute of it. You know I charged the home break the night I flew back in though, and the day after we had some of the best waves of the summer here. I could actually feel what was happening again and my board's tail get lifted during a takeoff rather than getting shott off the lip over the falls or closed out on in the trough if I wasn't in the exact right place at the exact time. This pastime presents itself in many different shapes, sizes, colors, and forms and they are all worth being stoked from. Even the 6 inches of mush for 40 days and 40 nights up here. It keeps us itching and thankful for every scrap of glass and gnarl we do get.

Next up, SD in a week for 6 days to visit great friends, charge as many renowned breaks as I can, and catch a couple days of the Hurley Pro so I can be awed by those in this world who make what's arguably the toughest athletic domain look effortless and flawless. I'm thankful for having the opportunity to experience all this and several of you have guided my way. I'm still merely a grasshopper though hopefully in time I'll be a grasshopper that can throw a bucket or two.