Anyway, as the wave approached and I half-heartedly paddled for it I was thinking to myself, "Do I want to take off on this?" It was a gnarly wave, but man it had so much potential to serve up a barrel. "You have to take off on this," Jeff Clark whispered in my ear. I decided to go. The wave approached and I paddled slowly to make sure I didn't get too far out in front of it (always my fear with bigger waves). Anyway, the wave started to lift me up it's face and I was ready. I popped up and found myself on top of the world looking down the face of what was probably close to a double overhead wave. Everything felt right, but I didn't feel my board sliding down the incline of the wave. Nope. I was standing on my board on top of the wave. I think my reaction times are improving because I sensed immediately that I was hung up in the lip. I thought I still had the time to try and force my board over the ledge which I was starting to do. That forced me to stop looking across the wave and look down at my board. I wanted to try and push the nose of my board over the ledge and, if all went well, fly me right into the barrel of the wave.
Unfortunately, when I looked down at my board, I discovered my board was on top of the overhang of the lip. Even if I had gotten my board to move down the face, there was no wave face for my board glide on. In other words, I was moments away from a free fall. The lip was just pitching at that moment and I was standing right on top of it. I had an amazing one-of-a-kind view at that moment (another reason why I surf). Luckily I had enough caffeine in me that morning to have the wherewithal to launch myself backwards off my board. I must have jumped back pretty forcefully because I flew far enough to break the plane that divides the space where you either go over the falls or don't. I did not go over the falls
