We found that we had lots of company on the same mission to see the waves. Soon afterwards, the woman below had to retreat up the beach to avoid a larger swell that came ashore.
The biggest limitation to such a close approach was the salt that would get on the camera lens and body. (I was nestled beside a large boulder using it to steady my camera.)
From there we went further up the coastal road to Torby Bight. Each rocky shore creates its own visual cacophony. The power of the waves was best presented, for me, in a simple black and white form. Color seems to distract from the message of the wave's powerful strike on the shore.
Our final stop was at Flat Rock Cove. There, long inclined shelves of rock face into the oncoming seas to create a huge swelling of the waves. Note the two small boats moored out in the onrushing seas. They often disappeared behind huge breaking waves.
We returned to our little house perched over the Narrows with some great memories.