Belly Of The Beast

The last few years I haven't really planned any of my travels/ surf trips, they just sort of happen. I was going to go feral up on Vancouver Island but somehow I ended up getting booked on a flight deep into the Belly of the Beast. I suppose I had to face it one day. So if you see a pasty white Welsh Oregonian driving up and down PCH in a rental car, with PNW thick and wide quad in the passanger seat and a bewildered look on his face in a couple of weeks, say hello!