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No surfers—and certainly no swimmers—dared confront the 30-foot raging and ragged waves yesterday at any of Oahu’s North Shore beaches. Having caused the surfing contest at Sunset Beach to be postponed that day, the turbulent water (as if making amends) gave a spectacular performance of its own in the late afternoon at Shark’s Cove. Usually, mammoth waves intermittently pound the rocks there, maybe three or four sets in a row. But for fifteen heightened minutes before four o’clock, my wife and I witnessed a sustained, furious onslaught of water against rock. Phalanxes of waves mercilessly smashed into, spurted high above, and cascaded over the rocks. Enthralled by the Hawaii Opera Theater’s production of “Aida” the night before, I wanted to exclaim bravo every time a wave rammed the rocks. But deferring to the crowd next to me, I responded with more appropriate words like ah, oh, and wow.
Huge waves were what initially attracted me to Hawaii when I retired. They have not lost their powerful pull on my soul.