I’ve lost count on how many good days of waves we’ve had this winter and when this run of swell started. Ever since the last tourists left in October waves kept rolling in. 

November was a blast I was told, while I was gone traveling. The only time the ocean went into hibernation was early december, right when I got back home to the west coast. Excited for a couple weeks of cold water surf. A week goes by without anything popping up on the forecast. It was dark and rainy outside and I was slowly loosing it, starting to look at swell charts and flights. Then Temperatures dropped and a few days later the west coast was covered in a thick, white duvet and dense fog wafts over the sea. Below the fog you can recognize clean lines rolling towards the beach. That was day one of one of the best streaks of surfing I’ve ever encountered here in Denmark. The first week of non stop surfing went by, I was tired and happy and finally felt surfed out again. All of a sudden it was two, then three and there was more on the way. And not the type of surf you go out in, just to get wet or to get some exercise. We’re talking about good size, offshore and clean conditions on most days paired with perfectly shaped sandbars that Mor and Vahine from cold Hawaii surf camp have been examining tirelessly each and every day to make sure we are always in the right spot. After 3 weeks of surfing without a break, I cancelled all my travel plans and decided to ride this out until the bitter end and, until the waves stop coming – whenever this may be. Despite the cold, bad weather and darkness, because nothing feels quite like being on a surf trip at home. 

Words by Finn Springborn

All Photos by Tim Wendrich