Forever Young

Woody Brown on the porch in Paia in 94′

The surf community has lost one of its great pioneers this month with the passing of Woody Brown. At 96 years young, he lived a very rich life leaving behind 10 grand children and 19 great grand children. He will be remembered as one of the first big wave surfers and innovators in both sailing and flight. His enthusiasm embodied everything beautiful about life and his legendary stories of surviving massive Waimea when his buddy Dickie wasn’t as lucky will be forever branded in my memory.

His interview in Liquid Stage was what first got me excited to learn more about the life and times of this interesting man. The second you heard him speak your spirits were instantly uplifted to his level. The film is a documentary featuring many legends like Greg Noll, Rabbit Kekai and Rell Sunn, but Woody’s stories are one of the highlights for me.

For more information on the life of Woody Brown:

SurfersVillage.com

LegendarySurfers.com

Come ride the waves, the surf is high, and hear the song the surfers cry. Slide out on the shoulder and finish the ride, Your heart’s on fire, your soul’s filled with pride. Taste the salt, the stinging spray. Know the price a surfer must pay.
Woody Brown

Skunked

On my only surf surfari in the U.K., my brother and I traveled 3 hours to chase a swell that was forecasted to be pretty decent. We meandered through country roads until we came upon a town on the North Sea and were met with this.

Nada Surf

Supposedly missed the swell by a few hours. Our friend in Amsterdam sent us photos of it that same day and it was looking well overhead. We ended up with a few pints and a smile anyway.

‘If all else fails there are always the Pubs’

Rugged

The islands nestled off in the North Atlantic have always had a special allure to me. I spent my first year of life in Scotland and Ireland and then again returned to Ireland when I was 12 for a brief visit. My dad always glowed when he spoke of the people and how they were the kindest people you would ever find. He commented on their rosy cheeks and said you could see the warmth in their eyes.

Somewhere locked in my early consciousness there is the romance of rolling green hills, rocky coasts, fresh air, and the sweet taste of Guinness on my gums. Helped me out a lot when I was teething.

This curiosity was stoked further when my brother and sister moved to London several years ago and I began meeting surfers from the U.K. and Ireland and hearing about the adventures of searching for waves in these cold locales. Hearing of surf trips to the Hebrides and seeing photos of some of the big swells to hit Ireland, Scotland, and Cornwall have certainly piqued my interest in recent years.

Outside

One of these places has been brought to my attention recently by a friend that I met while living in Taiwan. We would travel down the coast together and score waves wherever we could. He recently went home to catch up with family and a few waves in a place he calls home. Somewhere near the North Cornwall/North Devon border is where you will find a rugged stretch of coastline that is home to a few rugged waveriders.

Rugged

You can easily spend years surfing your familiar breaks and missing out on the sense of adventure that comes with the unknown.

Weather

The anticipation of the incoming weather, the numerous translations that can arise from the charts, the tides being a major factor…especially in this part of the world all amount to a feeling of the unexpected. In this chart it is pretty clear that it will be going off just about everywhere in the region…but you know what I mean.

On the Road

You could travel for hours, driving down treacherous roads, hiking across fields, and doing anything you need to do to get a slice of surf paradise for just you and your best mates.

Lineup

It may require a bit of ingenuity and luck, but with the right information you will be off to a good start.

Hiking

As my friend and one of the locals, Mike Heard, has put it to me, ‘it’s a very remote, rugged place that can change in seconds due to the never ending stream of weather systems that roll in off the Atlantic! Not easy to find great waves there.

Huge swings in tides (5-7m) narrow country lanes without sign posts, often cold, but seek and you might just find. And if all else fails, there is always the pubs.’

Pub Play

Mo Walker

Mo Walker

Da Cat to Mo Walker. Above is a shot of Miki at a ripe old age charging J-Bay from the movie Litmus. I’m sure most of you have seen the film by Andrew Kidman and Jon Frank. It is one of my favorite surf films and features a great bit on Miki. I found a trailer for those of you who haven’t seen it. Buy the film, it’s a classic. Click here.

Here is another excerpt from ‘All for a Few Perfect Waves’ from Harper Collins.

Miki’s friend, Allan Carter, said, “I once took Miki to Lyford Cay, in the Bahamas, to a private club belonging to a Canadian tycoon, E.P. “Eddie” Taylor. Next door to us was Stavros Nicharos, a Greek shipping owner; on the other side, down the road, was Bill Paley, from CBS. Bill had the junkiest shack down there. The house where I used to stay was called Villa Capricorn. It had a half-mile of private beach. When the Queen and Prince Philip came, that’s where they stayed.

“Miki, David Frost, Lord Henry Montgomery – who was my best friend in England – and I were playing Monopoly and I got a phone call from Los Angeles. I was winning and Miki was losing; Henry and David watched, bemused. Miki didn’t like to lose. When I came back after my phone call, half my deeds were missing and all my money under the side of the board. If Miki had to cut the corners to win, he’d do it.

“Lord Henry Montgomery had brought David Frost over because David was doing his show in London and New York at the time, and British Airways was on strike. We had dinner and a couple really good bottles of Pouilly fuisse. Then David Frost and Miki and I sat around until about 2:30 in the morning, talking about jets.” “Later,” said Marcia McMartin, “Allan told me later that Miki had brought out his bag of jewels and showed them to David Frost. Afterward, when Miki was out of earshot, Frost said to Allan, ‘Is your friend a jewel thief?’”

Just Around the Bend

Before I arrived in Taiwan I of course inquired about the surf and was met with, ‘there are no waves in Taiwan’. Upon arrival I was told that the best bet for surf would be in the southern town of Kenting. I arrived in the middle of typhoon season and was pleasantly surprised when I made my first trek down the coast.

On the way

Sites like this were not uncommon when the swell was up, but as a newcomer and traveling solo, odd as it sounds, you look for someone to share the good times with…and perhaps a more mellow paddle out without serious consequences…at least till you get warmed up. I try to avoid hospitals.

Nan Left

One of my first documented surf sessions in Taiwan I met an ex-pat that went by the name of Duggar. I drove into the small beach town of Kenting and saw some fun little waves breaking just off the main road and decided to weave through the crowds on the beach to get one of my first solo sessions in. As I proceeded to catch wave after wave with my girlfriend ‘now wife’ snapping shots a dude paddles out on a foam BZ board and just full on spreads the Aloha spirit in perfect pidgin. He is super friendly and then paddles way out past me and proceeds to take off on some of the best waves that day. I was digging through my old photos cause I can picture him in my mind’s eye that day taking off on some of these waves and am convinced I have some shots of him somewhere. He would paddle for a wave once or twice and then pop up to a squat to hold his board steady as he dropped in…you know those things bend quite a bit in good surf. As he hit the trough he would stand up and do a real casual like bottom turn and then proceed to cruise on out weaving back and forth and eventually making it to the shoulder where he’d kick out and go for some more.

Duggs

You can just get a glimpse of him off to the right in this shot of me on my third bottom turn as it wound its way to the inside section. He sent me an email the other day in comment to the post on J-Shui and so I have to give him props for being the pioneer that he is. You would never miss his van either which he lived in from time to time. You can see that he had his faithful board strapped to the side wherever he went.

Duggars Van

This little spot I had discovered was in the town of Nanwan and led me to an even better wave, a right hander that broke right in front of a nuclear power plant run off…kind of gross, but the water was pretty warm as a result and kept the reef nice and healthy. When the swell was too big everywhere else, this was the spot.

Nanwan

This became one of my favorite spots when it was working. It was very fickle and was much less consistent than J-shui. The bonus was that there was practically no paddle out because of the rip that was created just to the left of the wave and crystal clear warm water. Since it was reef it also held the potential for head dips now and then.

Ian

We would generally all go to J-Shui and if it looked like J-Shit we would drive just around the bend to get some smaller cleaner waves all to ourselves. As the years went on and because it was right in town it wasn’t easy to hide how much fun we were having. Aside from a few of the locals like A-Shang, Dato, Hiroaki, and A-Lang not many people were on it when it was good.

Empty

We had our little thing going with the local crew and the expat crew trading waves and then stories over beers late into the evenings. Here is shot of some of us after a good day.

Ocean

We would sometimes hang out on the bluff just chillin with cold beers in hand for two maybe three sessions a day.

Nan Lineup

Surfing really started to catch on while I was there. In one year it went from our crew to twenty people in the lineup many of them very new to it. We all had our fair share of close calls and run ins with skegs which sometimes resulted in stitches to the head like our buddy Al. He was back in about an hour with a bandage and cold beer though.

Solo

The locals really loved this wave and a diehard crew formed that was on it whenever the waves were halfway decent. This crew later grew into A-lang surf with guys like Take who was living up in Taichung and one of the first traveling locals I had met down south. As guys like Toume aka Hiroaki began taking his surf tours from Japan to Nanwan, things began to get a little sticky. Localism set in and the urge to protect what we had. Toume, who was Japanese, ran the first surf shop in southern Taiwan and was and still is one of the best surfers on the island. He shapes his own boards and now has moved his shop from Kenting to Hengchuen to avoid some of the localism that began way back when he started bringing his tours to what came to be known as ‘Local Special Point’.

Local Special

He and his tours were essentially banned from the wave at one point, which was not an entirely bad thing since it improved the safety and crowds for a time. Later the locals would start bringing their own bus loads of surfers to the spot…but that is another story for another time.

The history of surfing in Taiwan is long and rich and has come in waves starting with the military guys back in the 60’s or maybe earlier. Localism has certainly become a hot issue recently as the sport has grown so massively so quickly, but that aside, the wave was really the focus as it was one of my first introductions to surfing in this exotic to me locale. The expression of freedom and good times had always trumped whatever politics arose.

Flyin

Our crew always gave and received the proper respect and so we rarely if ever had these issues. Although, you might want to ask Andoni about his Proper Surf Etiquette manual he wrote after many frustrating sessions at Nanwan. Maybe we can turn that into a pdf for download. These days I’d bring a helmet…just to be safe from the longboarders that don’t know how to turn. Is that still a problem?

Carvin

The best thing about most places is that when it is really going off the crowds are usually right. Nanwan is a great wave when its on and the sweet memories of all the empty days we’ve had all to ourselves is priceless. I don’t have any guilt writing in detail about this wave since it is hard to miss and probably the most well known wave in southern Taiwan along with Jialoshui.

Nan One Out

Nanwan was what got us excited about exploring beyond J-Shui and led to many more adventures and new discoveries. Just looking around on big days would get you thinking of all the potential to be had.

Outside

Check out the Nanwan video here and catch a glimpse of the crew from the A-Lang Surf Club to Neil, Duggar, The Meystro, Red and others.

Next post on Taiwan I will have to show some fun days in Kaohsiung with the old school veteran Rene and Aussie Al. Yes, even Kaohsiung got decent surf on its day.

Where is the Individual?

I came across this video that was sent to me and just thought it was brilliant. Miki Dora talking about his life and the state of surfing.

If you want to learn more…check out the new book by David Rensin ‘All for a Few Perfect Waves’ on sale April 8th.

Who Was Dora?

“Miki took to his grave many stories that no one will ever know, but this book will also tell many and give new insight into his life. In the end only a select group knew the real person. I’m not sure I did-but almost.” — Kelly Slater

“For fifty years, surfing in Southern California has been shrouded in a myth wrapped in an enigma by the name of Miki Dora. Now, we have the facts. A magnificent book.”
— Kevin Starr, California Librarian Emeritus and professor at University of Southern California

“In times like these it turns out not only is there an oral history of Miki Dora, there must be. Great reportage.”
— Stephen Gaghan, surfer, screenwriter/director
(Traffic, Syriana)

“The most renegade spirit the sport has yet to produce.”
— New York Times

Enjoy!!

A Seven Year Journey to Catch the Ultimate Wave

Quest for Fear

For those of you who missed the show at the Independant and then again in the Haight…The Quest for Fear is playing in Pacifica this Friday night to benefit the Pacifica Beach Coalition.

As detailed on MavericksSurf.com 

Grant Washburn’s “Quest For Fear” – A Benefit Screening for the Pacifica Beach Coalition

7:00pm, Friday, March 28, 2008
at Sanchez Concert Hall
1220 Linda Mar Blvd, Pacifica

Friday’s special “Quest for Fear” benefit evening that will raise funds to support Pacifica Beach Coalition’s upcoming Earth Day event in April.

The Wander-Ins, Pacifica’s rockabilly-influenced surf band, will kick the evening off. Come out early, grab a beer and enjoy live tunes by local surfers Jim Kahm, Simon-Govan Smith, Ty Kemp and Tom Gerkensmeyer.

At 8:30, enjoy “Quest for Fear,” a new surf movie by Mavericks’ surfer/filmmaker Grant Washburn that captures the story of a 7-year global pursuit for the ultimate wave. It features two of the world’s most challenging big-wave surf spots: Mavericks and South Africa’s shark-infested “Dungeons” near Cape Town.

Don’t miss Washburn’s intimate perspective of the big-wave scene, captivating camera angles, and a great story of the Dungeons saga. Washburn will be on hand to talk about the film after the credits roll.

Schedule:
7:00pm – Doors open, Light food; No host wine & beer
7:30pm – Live music by the Wander-Ins
8:15pm – Raffle drawing
8:30pm – Film screening + Director Q&A

Admission:
$15 advance tickets / $20 at door
$10 for kids & seniors

Purchase advance tickets at Sonlight Surfshop or Pacifica’s Parks, Beaches and Recreation office, 1810 Francisco Blvd. Tickets are selling fast, so best to get them in advance!

and on The Official Mermen Site 

The movie documents (in part) Grant’s discovery, journeys to and comparisons with a semi-legendary surf spot off the Cape of Good Hope in South Africa to our own monster Maverick’s just down the coast. A recent reviewer from the San Francisco Bay Guardian, said “The pursuit of the mythically perfect wave, the dangers of big-wave riding, and the adrenaline rush that keeps all surfers so stoked are – as in most surfing films – the chief subjects of Grant Washburn’s Quest for Fear. The filmmaker-surfer and his Tall Tales Studios crew, determined to discover other spots in the world that compare to “the monster” at Mavericks, fly to South Africa, where a particularly radical wave is supposed to make an appearance off the Cape of Good Hope. Some partying and interesting dining take place while they wait for the surf, some gnarly-looking waves are ridden, some boards go flying, and some awe-striking angles are used to photograph an extremely powerful sea. ONE OF THE MOVIE’S REAL TREATS IS ITS AWESOME PSYCHEDELIC SOUNDTRACK, COMPOSED BY SAN FRANCISCO TRIO THE MERMEN TO DISCREETLY COMPLEMENT THE BEAUTIFUL VISUAL IMAGERY.”Â