Unforgiving. Overcrowded. Discourteous. Regardless of what words and prefixes you've heard the past few months that are tacked onto the lineups on Australia's Gold Coast, the waves themselves earn every positive descriptor you could dream up: Oil-Glass. Draining. Never-ending. Take a speedblur back to last week as a sustained ridge over the Tasman Sea collided with a muscled-up Tropical Cyclone Winston, leading to some of the best Gold Coast conditions in years.


As a high-pressure system descended over the Tasman Sea, locals peppered their favorite spots to catch a bright-blue ripple from the swell.

Mick Fanning

Mick Fanning managed to blend into a sea of faces on the Goldie. Here, he disappears into just the sea.


Good fortune comes to those who strike-mission to the end of the rainbow.


The swollen number of surfers in the lineup is maddening, but sit behind a turquoise curtain, and you can be another anonymous silhouette inside the barrel.

Mick Fanning

Mick, light with his feet.


The bullet train on the point waits for no one.

From Above

Unidentified, on the right side of the fence between Winston's haves and have-nots.


Unidentified, but incredibly, undoubtedly lucky.

All Alone

Winston has circled The Gold Coast's outer reaches since the middle of February, meaning you stood slightly higher-than-lottery odds of stalling for a tube as beautiful as this.


Thanks for the memories, Winston. Come back soon.