Ouch.
California’s “bomb” swell is now but a grand memory, something that surfers will tell their children and grandchildren about whilst sitting around the open door of a late model Sprinter van, semi-worn bit of astroturf lovingly placed out the front in order to minimize sand and dirt entering the mobile lounge.
Like fishing stories, I’d imagine there might be some light exaggeration. Maybe where one actually paddled out, what one was surfing, the size of what one caught.
Well, San Diego’s local NBC News affiliate, hoping to catch some laughs at VALs’ expense, sent a reporter down to Windansea where heavy waves lapped up the rocks.
Audra Stafford stood on the those rocks, smiling wide above the chyron that read “Not a beginner’s day” and gleefully told stories of kooks that got washed around before pivoting to a tale of two experienced surfers who even needed saving.
Turning the microphone to local surfer Dick Hansen who had decided not to paddle but spectate instead.
“Look at what nature has to offer; pretty cool,” he told her. “I haven’t seen on the surf report 15+ foot waves maybe as long as I live here.”
San Diego lifeguard chief James Gartland came next, who declared, “This is not a beginner’s day. One of these big waves catches you, pushes you inside. You got the rocks, the reef and all that energy so it can be really dangerous.”
Stafford merely smirked some more.
Ouch.
gypsy/
Because the twats are taking up their women duty time pretending they surf? Oh, that’s here in America….
“What
foolVAL believes, he sees…a wise man has the power…to deceive.”https://hotair.com/wp-conte…
For What It’s Worth…Fresh Air was my fav protest song…
surf fart!
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Hueneme when you can kick me.
save the artists and namaste’…infamous surf creator, Rick Griffin…covered this!
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doesn’t anybody work any more? https://scontent-sjc3-1.xx….
Way to blow up a secret spot in the screen grab! Sheeeeeeesh!!!!
Hardly, the windnsea boys have been raving about their home breaks to anyone who’ll listen for at least 60 years…
P.S.
DOH
(My (infrequently) sober mind didn’t connect the sarcasm dots)
Back off bruhhh! Stop cutting in on my wave bruhhh!! I know BJs bruhhh!!!
mike purpus is in and out of the hospital; my mom too!
he had an arteral vein blocked…placed stunts…
she was constipated…
survived code whatever…
want some candy dots?
Don’t be too hard on yourself BnB. Even at 38 I have senior moments. We can be over the hill together
MAD RESPECT to the REAL Men of Brazil right now. Showing the rest of the World, how to take out the trash!
They need more cammo gear and bear spray. I guess they didn’t need it though, no police in any of the clips I saw.
It’s a Sunday. Everyone is at the beach.
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less the sausage fingers? again? punt me a pint, nerd!
Are you sure you’re on the right web site?
Let me check.
The mad, go into harm’s way reporter, and the sex addict with industry connects blog!? Yep, I’m home.
Oh yeah, let’s ask Gartland the Jersey shore VAL about something.
Chief Blackball, go fk yourself!
The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
W.B. Yeats
Jimmy what are you trying to tell us? Is shit about to get serious? Is Sasha going to a short board and competing against the men? Is the WSL relaxing their drug policies in favor of properly fueled surfers? Or is HB finally putting up the long overdue shrine to Ronnie G? Should I buy more ammo or ignore it all and buy another Mick Tanning soft top?
I can’t make sense out of the second verse, but the first verse is like a Nostradamus vision of the VAL invasion of 2022. Incidentally Yeats is buried not far from Mullaghmore!
The second verse is easy knowing Yeats reminds me of ELO so lets break down the verse:
ELO has a vision of KS building a surf ranch in the shadow of the Spinx and hosting a WSL event there while the second coming of KS is born in Bethlehem.
As for the first verse. lets hope the Code Red swells continue in ’23 and VALs move on to pursue greatness at a surf ranch nearby…instead of running over other VALs on soft tops.
seal beach!
ALWAYS cycle/buy more ammo!! Get a fresh cleaning rig too.
The fresh cleaning rig is world class advice!
support Nat…Santa Cruz
Never Forget.
And the answer is always to buy more ammo.
Things Fall Apart – Chiuna Achebe
Everything falls apart – Husker Du
Yeet!!
Turning and turning in the growing swell;
The snakes cannot hear the snaked;
Things fall apart, priority cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the lineup;
The VAL-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere the ceremony of respect is drowned;
The best hunt for secret spots, while the worst are full of passionate intensity and commoditized surfcraft …
What rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches toward el Porto to be born?
I love it
All your idea , just put a little extra spin on it …
St. you’re heart is in the right spot…
will read it later/
Any Cortez takers?
Chas, you were news adjacent!
I’m worried about Chas as he seems less interactive since hanging with the tragically beautiful people New Years Eve.