Up north summertime is often much better. With the right place and timing and a good captain (and a longtime on the water herself...) Leslie hooks, and lands a nice one. To say the least. A month prior in that same northern third of California I landed one myself, but since I decide to not to show off that picture, its suffice to say that I'm a bit jealous....
Monday, August 25, 2014
It seems as though I forget about surfing this time of year, simply because of where I live. Of course my mind is always somewhere south of the border where the waves are crashing as good as they always have and often as lonely. At least I have my sailing mates. Once we leave the harbor my phone doesn't leave my sail bag, so hence the shot from the cockpit of our J92. Still, I think its a neat shot from the cockpit at harbor level, post-rigging ready to head out, beer in hand of course...
Thursday, July 17, 2014
Sunday, July 6, 2014
Peter Maguire is an interesting and smart cat. Part surfer, military man and historian, his life has been seen from many more angles than most ever get to see. Because of his wide perspective his knowledge base makes for many interesting thoughts. His book Thai Stick on 70's smuggling and his TSJ profile on SEAL Ivan Trent are just a couple highlights of his work. The except below takes a great look at the change in surfing from a historians viewpoint. Having a history degree myself, I cant help but love this excerpt.
Compliments of Kyle DeNuccio, and The Surfers Journal
I went to Snakes [Scorpion Bay] for the first time in 1979 and it was a rough crowd down there. Now it’s unbelievable. There are people who can’t even make the wave who are saying, “Well I have a house here.” There seems to be a greater sense of entitlement among people who just buy a surfboard and can ride to the beach—especially in California. It’s an everyman’s sport. You’ll hear, “Oh, on Sundays me and the guys from the law firm go surfing and have a big breakfast afterward.” But surfing was never a social activity to me. It was always kind of clandestine. We had our secret spots and we didn’t break with them easily.
Compliments of Kyle DeNuccio, and The Surfers Journal
I went to Snakes [Scorpion Bay] for the first time in 1979 and it was a rough crowd down there. Now it’s unbelievable. There are people who can’t even make the wave who are saying, “Well I have a house here.” There seems to be a greater sense of entitlement among people who just buy a surfboard and can ride to the beach—especially in California. It’s an everyman’s sport. You’ll hear, “Oh, on Sundays me and the guys from the law firm go surfing and have a big breakfast afterward.” But surfing was never a social activity to me. It was always kind of clandestine. We had our secret spots and we didn’t break with them easily.
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