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| Windsurfer Katie McAnena in Red Bulletin |
Most people who see huge waves stand back in awe of Mother
Nature, but a tiny number of people see them as a challenge.
Windsurfer Katie McAnena is one of them and one of the few
women I know of who gets in there among the largest, scariest waves. Her fame
is growing – thanks a wave called Teahupo’o in Tahiti. It’s a giant wave, even ‘an
avalanche’ as she’s described it above but also just a challenging day at the office
for McAnena.
I’m reading ‘Cliffs of Insanity’ at the moment by sports journo Keith Duggan. It’s a book on male big-wave surfers in Ireland, but for once I can’t complain – the
author can only write what he sees. And this need to conquer the very largest
waves is for now mainly a male pursuit.
But no less inspiring for that. The single-minded or even
bloody-minded dedication on display is what I’m loving the most.
There are men
who started surfing while living in Dublin – ie the no-big-waves side of Ireland
but hitched or bussed their way across the island every weekend to get in the
water.
Now I know Ireland isn’t the biggest island around but trust
me when you’ve twisted and turned through the windy lanes of the west for hours,
it seems a lot bigger.
The side of my car is scraped to all hell from bushes,
trees and even a hidden gate on one scary occasion - the closer to the sea, the narrower the
lanes.
Not to mention waves which don’t even have access roads –
slithering their way across icy rocks, and climbing down cliffs into the raging
waters.
I don’t surf myself though I love the sea – it’s these guys ability
to throw off what the world expects just to have those brief moments on the water
keeping me reading.
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