At day's end, we all walked away from Keiki with reef scrapes, grip burns, bruised ribs, burned skin, and sand in every crevice, but, more importantly, huge smiles and some of the coolest wake imagery I've ever seen in my life. After a couple of magic days of winching at Keiki, the swell maxed out again, leading us to pursue other adventures. Hiking ridge trails above Pupukea, eating salad at Joel Tudor's perch, and enjoying açaí bowls with some beautiful wahine on the beach watching Pipe barrel, I'm inclined to say life doesn't get much better for an island boy. When it was time to "get back to work," we found a neglected section of guardrail to make an incline rail for our last day on the North Shore. The river mouth at Waimea Bay was full, and the sandbars gave us a beautiful point to set up our temporary jib. It felt suddenly strange not to have big waves chasing after us every go.