I was at Shark's Cove back in '98 when there was extensive damage to the North Shore. I only saw it when it was 18-20ft and rising (the really big stuff came in that night) and it was scary. The waves were at least twice as high over the outer rocks of the lagoon at Shark's Cove. The "jumping spot" on the left lip of the Cove was being buried 6-8ft underwater. When a wave broke on the outer rock barrier of the lagoon, the spray shot at least 30-40ft in the air. The whitewater was thunderous; it always looked like it was going to break over into the parking lot. The ground shook. The little beach fronting the lagoon on the left side of the restrooms was completely underwater. It would've been possible to do some boogie-boarding *inside* the lagoon -- 1-2ft waves were rolling and breaking inside the lagoon. But the rip current out of the lagoon back into the Cove was undescribably fierce; it looked like a river flowing out of the lagoon. The fire station looked to be in real danger; Three Tables was gone. Looking toward the right side of the Cove, the whitewater was smashing across the rock shelf, rolling all the way in and smacking the seawalls fronting the homes there. Looking past the big rocks sitting far out on that side, surf was breaking on the 2nd and 3rd outer reefs; better than a 1/4mi offshore. A totally unbelievable spectacle as compared to summertime.
There some crazies surfing at Waimea and a lone maniac out at Alii Beach in Haleiwa; way out beyond the trench. I kept thinking: This isn't surfing. This is war.