Zac Adair didn’t need anyone to tell him that Hurricane Bertha delivered something big last month. The roar of the surf could be heard well before he crossed the dune at Carolina Beach. But exactly how good Bertha’s waves were remained a blank for someone else to fill even as he stared at the ocean.
Carolina Beach | Zac Adair didn’t need anyone to tell him that Hurricane Bertha delivered something big last month.
The roar of the surf could be heard well before he crossed the dune at Carolina Beach.
But exactly how good Bertha’s waves were remained a blank for someone else to fill even as he stared at the ocean.
“It’s so pretty, Zac,” his girlfriend, Celine Russo, said as they carried their boards onto the sand. “And glassy.”
“Is it?” he said.
“And it’s barreling,” she said.
“Barreling?”
For a passer-by, the conversation would have been puzzling. Tanned and trim with tattooed waves down his shoulder, Adair looks like a surfer. He just no longer sees like one.
A car accident five years ago means Adair peers at the world as if through a soda straw.
