We are always searching for something, fighting that urge that makes you get up even before the sun has risen, or makes you drive endless miles to unknown shores, for places you’ve only heard about in late night surf tales. That drive is always there, buried deep within us, forever pushing us to keep searching, to find that perfect wave.
Ripcurl team riders Mick Fanning and Mason Ho set off on an adventure to Alaska, to explore the frozen waters, and find waves which still remained untouched. This is Comfortably Numb
“A half-mile in front of them, a 500-foot glacier rises from a calm bay like The Wall from Game Of Thrones. Mick and Mason came here yesterday when the surf went flat, a touristic detour in an area that can’t seem to shake the ice age. But when a chunk of ice the size of a city block fell and created a single-serve 10-foot swell, which then morphed into three perfect lefts, there was no choice but to return today to try and ride it”
They jolt upright and turn toward the glacier. A refrigerator-sized chunk of ice falls into the water. Then a Ford F-350. Then a studio apartment.
“Here we goooo!” Mick yells as a 4br, 3b with walk-in closets detaches from the glacier. By the time the sound of the collision reaches them they’re already sprinting toward the water, zig-zagging between rocks and sliding over icebergs like cops on a car hood. Photographers rush to set up tripods and attach lenses. Mick and Mason stutter-step up the sandbar, trying to figure out where to go. Everyone’s scrambling, yelling. They jump in the water and paddle toward the glacier, water drawing off the shoreline like it’s being sucked from a straw. Chunks of ice bounce off their boards. They weren’t searching for a glacier wave — neither of them knew something like this even existed — but here they are, and here it comes.