Women Surfers Take To The Big Waves
They have pulled into heavily loaded barrels of water at Teahupoo in Tahiti. But they had never had their own big wave contest — until Wednesday.
With a smattering of locals and members of the news media, flocks of pelicans, a spouting gray whale and some of the best male riders in the world looking on along the central Oregon coast, three women charged down 20- to 25-foot-high waves in the first female heat of the Nelscott Reef Big Wave Classic, one of five stops on the male-dominated Big Wave World Tour.
Fittingly, Keala Kennelly, a 32-year-old from Hawaii, took the first drop down a wave and went on to win the Top Chick trophy over Savannah Shaughnessy of California and Mercedes Maidana of Argentina in what was a casual competition on a rare clear November day.
Kennelly was the first woman to ride Teahupoo, with the aid of a Jet Ski tow, and she extended her fame outside of the surfing community by playing herself and streaking down slick, tubular waves at Hawaii’s Pipeline in the surf movie “Blue Crush.”
“I’m superstoked for women’s surfing today,” Kennelly said. “All the girls charged, and nobody sat out on the shoulders and waited.”
The Big Wave Tour director, Gary Linden, said he thought female surfers would expand the sport’s reach.
“If we have beautiful women surfing big waves, people are going to want to know about it,” Linden said.
Officially an exhibition, with no prize money, the competition had the look of something that was thrown together at the last minute. All competitors, men and women, learned only last Saturday that a low-pressure system in the North Pacific was throwing off sizable swells and that the event would be scheduled for Tuesday. Men had been invited as early as Oct. 1, but many of the women learned only a week before the event. As a result, there were some noticeable absences, including Sarah Gerhardt, who in 1999 became the first woman to surf Mavericks; Brazil’s Maya Gabeira; and Jamilah Star of California.
But it was a coup to get Kennelly, a staunch warm-water surfer who winged toward the frigid 55-degree waters of the Oregon coast with a determination to advance the cause of women in the sport. She stopped by a FedEx distribution facility in Honolulu to scoop up a wet suit that had been mailed to her just before hopping a plane to Portland, Ore. She arrived at Lincoln City at 4 a.m. Tuesday, the day she was scheduled to compete.
“I kept jumping up out of bed on Tuesday and screaming ‘What time is it?’ ” she said. “I did not want to miss it.”
The women were slated to ride Tuesday afternoon between the semifinal and final heats of the men’s competition, carrying on in 25-foot swells that produced staggering 40-foot — and even a few 50-foot — wave faces, as the swells hit the rocky Nelscott Reef. The men looked like ants streaking down mountains to the hundreds of spectators watching with binoculars and gawking open-mouthed from the Lincoln City cliffs.
But as the day’s toll began to mount — broken surfboard leashes, damaged and sunk Jet Skis (used to ferry surfers back and forth from the beach) and shaken surfers — organizers and competitors thought better of making Tuesday the historic day. A pivotal moment came when the women had donned their wet suits and headed to the beach, only to run into Tim West, a Mavericks veteran who had gone airborne during his heat and then was held underwater by the wave he had tried to ride and the one after it. He was so rattled that he skipped his next heat, and on the shore his eardrums were still crackling like tinfoil.
“He looked scared and said, ‘I don’t want to tell you how big it is,’ ” Maidana said. “This is a guy who absolutely charges the waves at Mavericks.”
Linden, sitting out in the wave lineup on a jet ski and scurrying out of the way as big sets of breakers came through, said he envisioned a women’s heat turning into “a disaster.” Over the radio, he agreed with the women that their heat should be delayed until Wednesday.
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By Oakley Brooks
New York Times
Photo Credit:
Richard Hallman