Friday, November 30, 2007
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007

SW WIND 25 TO 30 KT. COMBINED SEAS 10 FT DOMINANT PERIOD 13 SECONDS.
I had to work on the north coast this morning in Gearhart...
Checked a nearby spot to the south before my meeting...
It wasn't really working but looked to improve with the tide...
Checked back and it had improved, just not too much...
There were 3 out front, and 2 down south...
Warbling cylinders swallowed up one taker...
Then a massive clean up wave broke well outside...
Unridden hollow lefts swept through in it's wake...
Burying the surfers scratching for the outside...
Headed south to check a few other places...
But knew there'd likely be little on tap other than visuals...
Small clean righthand peelers inside a jetty setup...
A boat crossing a closed out sketchy bar...
An empty parking lot at Oregon's favorite cove...
Snow in the pass.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
NW WIND 10 TO 15 KT. WIND WAVES 3 FT. W SWELL 12 FT AT 9 SECONDS.
So this was the shot by Stoner I was thinking of in yesterday's post...
Mick from Safe To Surf was kind enough to set the record straight...
Yesterday's peelers are from a still out of the film Liquid Time...
By Monty Webber and here's the link http://www.liquidtime.info
Monday, November 26, 2007


Sunday, November 25, 2007

N TO NE WIND 10 TO 15 KT. W SWELL 8 FT AT 14 SECONDS.
I wish that was the question…
Sadly, for me…
Not to surf is the answer…
And it is looking pretty solid today…
Yesterday looked pretty good too…
And, yes, I missed it then as well…
I did spy someone I know though…
At least I think it was him…
Sitting way outside at his spot…
Awaiting an approaching wall…

And a final congrats & cartoon…
For Chum at Sissyfish…
On the birth of his baby…
It may affect some DP’s…
But it’s pretty worth it…
I speak from experience…
As I’ve got 2 of them at home…
Well, they're bigger now…
But they were babies once…

Saturday, November 24, 2007
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Monday, November 19, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Stacked on the counter were enough bills for a lifetime. The Pentagon doesn’t have this much paperwork sitting on its collective counters. The kids were watching Jimmy Neutron. Oh my God, how I hate that show! But, at least they weren't pestering me.
Outside the wind rocks the tree tops and the mist blows through the leaves. Bright green leaves on new growth, the alders put on at least a foot this spring. Rain drips down between the fascia and the back of the gutter. No one put in a flashing strip when they built this house. You can practically hear the rafter tails rotting.
In the house, half finished projects; the bathroom with no sink, no counters, and no walls; the utility room with all the detritus for the oh-so necessary daily ablutions stacked around the 20 gallon wash basin I never bolted firmly to the wall.
Maybe the weather will let up? The rain falls steadily on the deck, the mist obscuring the ridges and clear cuts to the east. Out back, the dogs paw and tear at the soggy ground, shredding a $7 chew-man and crapping out their weight every day into the overgrown lawn.
I step out to fire up the gas grill. Another green 1 lb propane container that will slowly make its way into the landfill, the gutter, the recycling yard, or maybe be a 500 yard target in some clear cut. You're never really free of the trash you consume. I think of all the packaging in different forms that I buy, that I don’t really want. Who do I complain to?
As I fire up the grill I kick into a 10 pound plate from a weight lifting set that is slowly oxidizing and flaking into an orange stain on the untreated deck. A deck that was rotten when I purchased the house; if assuming 100k in debt is really "purchasing". Sliding the weight aside, it clunks with a hollow thud into my surfboard. Now probably bruised through its protective board bag and its petroleum byproduct layers.
I shut the lid on the Weber and go back into the house, sit down on the can and check to see if there’s paper before committing. I pick up a Surfing magazine, a gift subscription from my wife; picked because it was the cheapest and leaf through the ads. Every page is an ad; I look at people I share nothing in common with. Except maybe we're all bipeds. Jon Jon Florence stares back from a Vans ad; cut lip, boxing gloves. The thought that one of my daughters might some day meet someone like this brings out the primal instincts.
I put the magazine down, debating which is more appropriate for wiping…the glossy copy? Or the quilty soft? I’m tough, and some kid from San Diego shoots a curl he would never have imagined. I know it'll flush because I plumbed this John in myself, using oversized ABS. With two little kids the chances of a Pretty Pony or a handball taking the whirlpool to infinity are pretty high.
The sliding glass door slides like a piece of granite across an asphalt road. Through the smeared glass I see the dogs are shredding something paper. Probably a vehicle registration, or maybe an overdraft notice. I see the smoke from the grill wafting up, curling, languid, and serene; carried on the breeze that blows the mist through the alders. As it caresses the board bags in their rack, I think, “The only time those boards get wet is when it rains”.
Friday, November 16, 2007
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Monday, November 12, 2007
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Was my grumpy reply...
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Friday, November 09, 2007
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Monday, November 05, 2007
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Saturday, November 03, 2007
Friday, November 02, 2007
- Kooky cartop configurations of surfboards
- Warm, sunny days on the beach
- Girls in bikinis & summer dresses
- Kooks with wetsuits on backwards
- Long days with surf until 10pm
- Drinking beer & surfing waist high waves
- Kooks sitting backwards on their soft tops
- Pushing my kids into little waves
- Beach fires under starry skies
- Dodging kooks on waves that don't matter
- Backlit harmless windswell
A few things I like about fall & winter:
- Fewer kooks to dodge on the inside
- The end of prevailing north winds (not this past summer tho!)
- Less fat people in bathing suits
- Inability of kooks to get outside
- Groundswell
- Drinking beer when it's unsurfable
- Buying a beginner's board at 1/2 the original cost
- Seeing spots work that don't all summer
- Storms spinning in the Gulf of Alaska
- Helicopter rides for the inept
- Black, meaty concrete slabs of surf

























