Swell of the Summer cont…

Setting it Up

Well by now you have heard all the stories from biggest ever Puerto and PWC assists at the US Open to all types of nooks and crannies going off.  Well up north was no exception.  The best swell seemed to hit on Friday and Saturday lighting up everything in its path.  Above is a good sized set wave at a popular summertime line up.  With sets coming every 15 minutes or so and probably close to 75 guys all up and down the various peaks, getting a good one to yourself could be a real challenge.  When you did get one, it was well worth the wait and crowds.

Line Up

There were plenty of options to choose from and many spots had more than enough waves to go around.  This guy below hits the eject button as this spot had lots of water moving and he was seconds from being on the rocks.  Looks like an absolutely rippable shoulder though.

Getting Launched

At some of the more protected spots guys were pulling out the stops and putting on a pretty good show.

Boostin

It was pretty fun when the sets would roll in.  Everyone scrambling to get in the right spot to either make all the fast sections or get out of the way.

Panned Out View

These were from Saturday afternoon as the tide started to drop again.  It just got better and better.

Oh Snap

You could get so much speed on these waves, and had to in order to make it through.

Tap It

Little tap on the end section

Chillin

Surfed out, most found it hard to leave.  It was just too beautiful to walk away from. As I made my way back home it was like going from summertime to winter in about a mile.  You could see the silky fog creeping over the hills and starting to settle.

Socked In

Then POW…Winter in July.  As Mark Twain said, the coldest winter I ever had was Summer in San Francisco.  Nothing like that cool fog to help soothe a red sunburned face.

Fogged In

Making the Connection

The Man and the Sea

This is not me, but very well could have been as I was making my own connection with the sea and elements this day.

Friday after work I went and checked the surf as I usually do after getting off or on the N.  I wasn’t really feeling like a paddle so I decided to go on down and try to capture the sunset.  I brought my tripod, something I never do, and set it up to see what I could see and just starting playing around.

Team Pelican

Just panning along to try and catch the Pelicans in flight.  Almost like painting on a canvas with the way the colors blend.

Shore Lines

A fascination with lines of all sizes and colors.

Shore Lines

As I shot away I couldn’t believe all the beauty I was seeing and how much you begin to appreciate the little things when you are peering through a view finder.

Life through the Lense

I obviously wasn’t the only one either.

Golden

After a long week…

Post Surf Calm

It was the perfect way to bring it all back into focus.

Akala Stylin’

Akala Rippin'

Ahh…if only I had been surfing at such a wee age.  Saturday was kind of funky as you can see, a bit onshore and sloppy, but when you’ve got tow at assistance in the way of a dad to sling you into waves you’re golden.

Akala stylin at OB

Akala has been in the water with me since he was about a year and half…off and on.  His first wave was on my back and holding on to my neck at a reef break on the east coast of Taiwan. When we moved back to California it took him a little while to adjust to the cold water.

Styly

One of our first purchases was the smallest 4/3 we could find.  He now comes out with me at OB with booties, hood, a 4/3 and sometimes spring suit on top….and lifevest when we really get serious.  His little brother too.

Ocean Ripping

Here’s his bro surfing 38th at 3ish…all decked out in rubber.

Pre Wipeout

Akala has been out a couple times solo and I think it’s just a matter of time before he is charging all by himself.  It’s really fun to see him comfortable in the waves at such a young age.

Wipe Out

It’s such a wonderful experience to share.  He makes me feel like 7 again and well I guess I make him feel pretty invincible.

Post Session Stoke

Summertime and the livin’ is…

RB slash

Had some crappy images that were laying around from that last south swell that I never got around to posting.  They were shot with my GoPro and seem to appreciate with time and lack of surf.  So I shot these when I went down to Santa Cruz, time before last, at the lane.  Skindog was out on his longboard shooting some photos of Ratboy and others coming down the line and either getting slotted or busting out fins. On a sidenote, Skindog actually landed a cover for Surfers Journal with his unique photographic sensibilities.  I didn’t know he shot photos until this day…then realized I had a Surfer issue from last year with his shots featured too.  I found the SJ cover shot on the SPL water housings site.

Anyway, I was not expecting much and before checking the surf made a stop at the Rip Curl outlet to see if they would swap out my suit for a new one since the seams were going in a few areas…

I only had the suit for a couple seasons, but one knee was almost blown out, the zipper broke and had a wire attached to it so I could still zip it, the glue on the inside had all flaked off and I had a couple holes where the seams came undone…one of which was right in my crotch and flushed the bottom half of my suit as soon as I entered the water.  It needed to be fixed and since I was there I figured I might as well leave it cause I knew if I didn’t I probably would never get it done or end up doing a crappy job fixing it myself, like I did with the suit I’m wearing now in its place.

Ratboy Slotted

Going to pick it up this weekend with everything replaced for a cool $100…first time I have had someone professional fix my suit…exciting.  So the point was that I didn’t have a suit this day, but only a 2mm top.  It was gorgeous out and so I headed to a couple of my favorite spots figuring I could swing it and luckily the water was a balmy 56 degrees or so which kept me out for about an hour and a half before I started to shiver.  Not enough waves to keep me paddling the whole time though…

Prayin to tha East

So that’s the story behind those images above.  I’ve been kind of preoccupied lately and doing some interesting things in my down time.  On one of the flatter weekends I took a trip to Sequoia National Forest and Kings Park.  It was amazing to see these massive Sequoia’s with branches a hundred feet up that were bigger than most normal trees.  Everything about them was amazing and made some of the coastal redwoods around here seem small and skinny in comparison.  One of my favorite discoveries of the trip was the moss that grows in the forest there.  It is a bright lime green color and looks like it was manufactured by Dr. Seuss or something.

Sequoia moss

Either the high altitude or lack of surf on that trip got me seeing waves in the oddest of places.  I remember an old issue of Surfer’s Journal had some art by Brian Taylor and I really could appreciate the quirkiness of the featured installations.  He had a lineup made of notebook pages, a nearly empty toothpaste tube forming a tube, the curl of a banana and curl of a wrench etc.  This next shot is a tribute to Brian and his ability to see waves in odd places.  I think he even had a corn chip as part of is feature.

Cornhole

My family looked at me a little funny at first, but then got it, whereas the rest of the restaurant was a bit perplexed as to what the hell I was doing photographing a corn chip.  Beauty is in the eye of the beholder as they say.  You have to admit it’s a really perfect representation.

Holey

One afternoon I just hung out in my living room, cracked open a cold beer and started playing around with some of the little rock and seashell treasures I have gathered over the years from various beaches here and there.  While down in Half Moon Bay one day I stopped upon this little beach that was full of rocks that had the most perfect little tunnels carved into them.

Stoney

My guess is that some little sea creatures ate their way through as I would occasionally find little snail like things tucked into the little holes that hadn’t been bore all the way through.  These holey rocks are also kind of Brian Taylor-ish if you have the right perspective.

Sand pebbles

This same beach where I found the holey rocks I also noticed it had the most remarkable sand too…up close you can see that it is actually made up of all varieties of beautiful stones.  At this young beach I found all kinds of goodies to turn my lense towards.  I now have a glass vase/jar on my coffee table that I filled with this sand since it was so unique.  In fact, I try to take a small souvenir from every beautiful beach I visit, just a really small one, to remind me of the session/day.

This shot below is from something I found in the cave at Uluwatu.  I got out of the water after my first session ever there and as I was coming in through the shallows and going through the cave I noticed a fist sized chunk of reef that had broken off and been bleached white from the sun.  I picked it up since it was almost ball shaped and it’s been a fixture in my living room since.

Ulu reef

Found random shells here and there too…sorry if this is boring for some of you, but this is the kind of random stuff I appreciate and play with when I’m not in the water.

Lil Shell

As I was saying, some of them hold up better than others over the years, and they always look better wet…kind of a shame to remove them from their natural environment cause they lose a bit of their vibrancy.

Clam Lines

I also wouldn’t want to deprive others of the experience of stumbling upon them, but like I said I usually just take one or two little souvenirs and leave the rest for the beach combers.  Notice the undulations and circular flow trapped in these shells.  Such a fluid design frozen in time.

Seashells

So now you guys know what I’m up to in between swells.  Thinking about how long it took a creature to make one of these homes or what the reef looked like when it was still alive and taking pictures of corn chips.

So you don’t worry too much about my mental stability, the winds kicked up today and with that we can expect some head high to OH surf tomorrow and maybe Friday. Planning on getting up for the early if its a calm morning.  Wish me luck.

Lots more to catch up on from Typhoon action in Taiwan to the epic Occy Curren showdown coming up at J-Bay, to the whole Mavericks Surf Fiasco….hard to fathom Jeff Clark being removed from his role but that’s a whole nother’ issue that I probably shouldn’t even touch. Good times!  I have another Cali boat trip planned for next month and so looking forward to the rest of this summer.  The best is yet to come.

Saltwater Buddha

Jaimal Yogis Saltwater Buddha

So I was at Other Avenues a couple weeks back to pick up some Kale or something and glanced over to the bookshelf to see a book peering out at me.  Surfing…Spirituality…Quest….sounds interesting.  I read a lot on my way to and from work on the N Judah and was near completion of one of my more business focused reads…The Art of Woo.  I like to rotate a book like that with something that nourishes the soul.  I’ll go from something by Tom Robbins to Krishnamurti back to some book that’ll be skill development oriented.  

Anyway, I walked out of the store with a shiny copy of Jaimal Yogis book Saltwater Buddha.  I am about 3/4’s of the way through and plan on finishing it up on my ride home tonight on the train.  There is a Book Benefit for Jaimal at the RipTide on Taraval tonight so the timing couldn’t have been more perfect.  I just learned about the event last week in my ZunaSurf Newsletter….they are way more together and up on local happenings than I am.  

My father is a bit of a metaphysician who has always gently introduced me to alternative more basic forms of being and awareness/realization.  Much of it I couldn’t appreciate at a younger age, but regardless it was absorbed.  I can relate to a lot of what Jaimal covers due to my upbringing with perhaps generational similarities in parental units, as well as of course being a surfer and individual who surfs.  I think anyone reading the book will appreciate the reflections on Water and it’s ‘magical’ qualities as the universal solvent, holder of immense power ‘crushing rocks to sand’, but yet completely fluid nourisher.

There is a short film about the book below:

As I watched the short film I realized that we are,or at least, were neighbors.  Who knew?  I pass by that house every time I go running out to catch a session.  

Life is an interesting journey and through this easy read I think it may help a lot of people to think about themselves, others, surfing and life differently.  You may even have a renewed appreciation for the magic that we experience every time we paddle out.

Foam Leaping About