The gravel scraped the bottom of the boats as they slipped into the dark water of the Sheepscot River during the cool, foggy predawn hours in mid-September. It was the day Chris Audet was going to round the big four-zero. There were muted shouts of happy birthday as Chris, Roy Curtis, Justin Varney and I started surfing in the dark. “I don’t feel 40!” Chris said as he paddled into the eddy from the rushing, foamy water of the wave-train below the Sheepscot Reversing Falls. Our group has visited the spot countless times in all hours of the day, timing our arrival with the tide to catch the forming wave. Due to the rapidly changing water level, after a couple of hours the surfable wave was gone and the party was over. We got back in our cars and went to work shortly after the sun rose.

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