Why travel when you can get crummy winds and brain-eating bugs in a pool?
A few months back I wrote you a letter citing “picturesque but unmakable runners,” “GI parasites” and “unfavorable wind” as things that I would seek refuge from during a future trip to NLand surf park.
I regret to inform you that you may need to issue a formal retraction as the three elements cited above appear to, or will at some point, exist at this location in its current form.
You’ve done a great job of shedding light on the inheriting health risks of a large, mostly stagnant, body of fresh water languishing in the Texas sun. So much for parasite free.
Equally concerning is the photo in their consolation email. The ribby waist-high dribbler isn’t quite the “perfectly shaped six foot” prince that was promised. The picture also opens up an entirely different Pandora’s box: the wind.

An uncle once said, and who knows if this is correct, that winds near the coast are predictable because the ocean is a more stable temperature than the land. In the absence of a strong weather system, mornings and evenings are usually offshore because the water is warmer than the nearby land. This causes the warm air above the sea to rise (hot air rises) and it is replaced by gas that has cooled off above the relatively cold solid ground. The result is a joyous offshore flow. The same phenomenon causes a mid-day seabreeze after the sun has warmed land to be hotter than the water.
Unfortunately for NLand, or any pool far from the sea, it would seem that their wind regime would be whatever it is in that area. Some .gov site (so you know it’s legit) says that in Austin “Prevailing winds are southerly. However, in winter, northerly winds are about as frequent as those from the south.”
Google maps seems to suggest that they’ve taken this into consideration as the plow thingy is oriented from northish to southish:

But as we know, Wavegarden works in both directions to achieve its wave “every 60 seconds” promise.
I can hear the coaches now: Would you prefer the offshore forehand with a crumby backhand and giardia on the side, or the onshore frontside and hung-up backside with the brain-eating amoeba?
Both are great!
Well Patrick, I mean why would ya. Honestly, why the fuck would ya. I will give you the tip, there is this large country/small continent in the southern hemisphere called Australia. A quarter of the population is descended from Irish immigrants and we all speak with a broad “a” so it’s really just like Boston but much much warmer. You could probably just move here, put your superior American education to work, and surf every single day in colossally better waves than that poxy god damn wave pool will ever produce, and every single wave will be free other than for the duck diving, paddling etc. Today I did just that in perfect 3′ “winter” surf (the water temp is 70 deg F) and came in after a couple of hours and watched about 40 dolphins fucking each other just 100m off the beach. You won’t get that in Austin either.
I can see the headline now: “NLand surf attraction shuttered for the autumn due to leaves clogging patented wavegarden technology.”
Punky was a much better writer.
I’m no fucken scientist, Paddy Brew but I believe I have a solution. Build a fence around it. Despite what you may think, it is not going to take thousands of four foot, bucktoothed, semi-nomadic Mongoloids willing to work nineteen hour days to build a wall around this joint. You might also be interested to know that lakes and swimming pools exist in my universe. You can even bomb large bodies of water with chlorine to kill nasty bugs. What fucking planet were you writing this from, mate? It’s like, you’re dreamin’ about Gorgonzola cheese, when it’s clearly Brie time, baby.
i feel like we are getting reports from an author who is not only patently wrong in his assertions, but comes back months later to inform us that he is in fact, an idiot. which i personally like! i wonder what jobs he does for a job. more brewster!
A fence should be built around Brewster’s keyboard
i just need to focus everyones attention to this perfect piece of literature..
“It’s like you’re dreamin’ about Gorgonzola cheese, when it’s clearly Brie time, baby” .