Mullaghmore is like no other big wave spot on the planet. There’s something deceptively inviting about it when you take a quick gander. “Huh. That’s a pretty wave,” you might say to yourself while scrolling through your feed. Its barrel taking shape with near-perfect symmetry. A peeling left and a wave face that if it were scaled down to a mortal’s preferred size (head high), would be the stuff dreams are made of…
But then you realize you’re looking at Mullaghmore. You realize all that symmetry, all that mindsurfing you’ve slipped into is being done on a monster. One look at somebody pushing themselves over the ledge at Mavs and most say no thank you. Same could be said for Jaws, Nazaré, and any number of the world’s most famous big wave spots. Their magnetism tends to come from the terror they instill at first glance. But Mullaghmore plays a different game, coaxing you into forgetting she’s one of the heavies because gosh, she’s just so pretty.
This is one of those once in a blue moon days when all the perfect conditions came together to show Mullaghmore at its best.
