The man who had the vision of our North Shore Paradise. Click on each image to see a larger copy of it. He picked me up at the airport with his girlfriend around midnight. His house was full of surfers paying for lodging. Mark first surfed Waimea Bay that year, wiped out badly on a huge board he borrowed from a neighbor, in the Duke contest.
Contests are a joke.
I wasn't surfing well then because I was out of shape, overweight, but I got a lot of good surf despite myself, and learned a lot of secrect spots from Mark. Mark was a very intense guy. He liked you or hated you. With me it was both. I remember him giving me the finger and then running away.