You know that parking lot next to Carl's Jr.'s near the Trestles trail on the Cristianitos exit? Yeah, that's a State Park lot and you have to pay... Fun things happen anyway.
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Sunday, July 28, 2013
Saturday, July 27, 2013
I was watching the U.S. Open webcast last Monday as I emptied mountains of boxes into our new home in the 92307. While the marine layer played it's part in hiding the sun away, everything looked bright and warm out in Huntington Beach which is about 90 miles away from where I live. Tired of unloading crap that I'll probably never touch or use ever again, I texted Swayze "You down to go watch some surfing and half naked bodies at Huntington Beach on Friday?" "You had me at naked bodies." Swayze texted back.
|The California dust bowl.|
After that, Al took us over to the middle of the Pier where we watched some of world's best Women and Men's surfing go down, right under our feet. Literally. I always thought that The Lane had the best arena style set up for surfing, but from the middle of the Pier, I was right on top of the action. I could here the competitors paddling, here them grunt and almost feel their spray. Here are some pics of what went down below us.
|Nat Young getting some air.|
|Nat Young speeding down the line.|
|Nat Young's competition, Charles Martin punting one.|
|Stephanie Gilmore coming directly below us.|
|Stephanie Gilmore off a rebound.|
|Laura Enever took the heat against Gilmore.|
|She can out surf probably the top 10 men, seriously.|
|There she goes...|
|Yeah, she can surf too.|
Thursday, July 25, 2013
|B.D. hugs the world.|
I recently returned from holiday (I should call it vacation, I'm American dammit!) from Greece and Turkey. While in Greece, we visited this small town called Oui (pronounced "ee-ya". My wife corrected me ten times) on the Greek Island of Santorini. The sunrise and sunsets were unimaginably beautiful on this island. Never have I seen the sun rise and fall as I did during our 3 days on Santorini. You'd think I'd sleep in while on vacation, drink tea at ten with a side of fruits. But no, not The B.D. I woke up around 4:45 a.m. each morning, put on my slippers and walked east and watched the sunrise over Oui's eastern hillside. Watching the sun wake up and cascade it's rays against the back of Oui's virgin white houses left me blessed every morning.
On the first morning I met this cute, happy dog. He always had this big, stoked out smile, as if he was just happy to see another sunrise. As it goes in Greece, no one really owns the dogs or cats. They are all strays, free to roam and siesta under the shades of bustling tourists and under cars. Rather than a single family owning them, the town or city owns them, vaccinates and hospitalizes them and so on. The town folks put food and water outside of their door steps to feed them, most of the time in front of their shops. One local O.G. told me that the strays keep the rodent population down. And to my surprise, all the strays I met during my trip we're friendly, giving me smiles and allowing me to pet and take pictures of them, for a nominal tip that is.
|My buddy Joe|
|Joe scoping for the best spot to watch the sunrise.|
After a few days of getting dissed by my buddy Joe over my breakfast plans, I finally figured out why he couldn't come with me. The city has about twenty to thirty stray dogs who litter certain parts of the town. The dogs are we'll cared for, clean and usually just lay there as tourist shuffle by. But each part of town is owned by packs. And the part of town that I enjoyed my coffee and snacks was also enjoyed by the biggest king pins of them all, who I will call Andre, Pete and Samantha.
|Andre, Pete and on the far end, Samantha.|
|Samantha and her view. She gets the best spot. Locals only.|
|Are you down with the Eastside or Westside?|
If your not from California, then I don't think you can understand how our territories go down in this state. Here in the great (let's say greatest) state of California, we have Northern, Central and Southern California. And each Californian throws up their pride for where they live. It's not how, but rather who we are. And I am what you call a NorCal for life type of guy, not matter where I go. Yes, I lived my younger days on the Big Island, but I was born in Kali and have lived in the Bay for over 20 years. It's where I became a man, met my wife, shed blood and tears and learned to surf. Moving territories to a place that is far from what I know is leaving me like Joe, half smiling about the new adventure and warm weather, but hesitant and nervous at the same time, saying to my self, "Shit dude, I don't know if I can do this." But after my first week here in San Diego, I don't think it's going to be that difficult ;)
Things that I will miss about my beloved Bay: Jackets in the summer. Kung Pao Pastrami, Salt Cod Fried Rice and Chingqing Chicken Wings at Mission Chinese Food. Salted Carmel at Bi-Rite. Crossing the Bay Bridge and seeing the City come to me. Foggy summers. Ice cream headaches. All my best friends, and they know who they are. 4/3's during the summer and 5/4's during the winter. Getting paddled around by Panama Red. Santa Cruz kelp. Firework nights at A's games. Watching the Warriors win the NBA Finals (future missing). Taco Trucks on E. 14th Street. Betty Burgers. Layering. Spot checking at O.B. but never finding a spot. Noriega. Linda Ma..... Na, I won't miss that.
Anyways, here's to a new life in San Diego where the water is a bit warmer and Trestles is a lot closer. Please keep tabs on the blog for new adventures. I plan on going international surfing once a month, so keep in touch. The blog will continue, and I will always be "Just another Northern California surfer trying to perfect the art of the cut back while trying to stay warm in his 4/3." Except I'll be trunking it from June til September ;)
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