I was just wondering the other day if many of you enjoy surfing.
Before my son was born it was really my life. I was gone 5 hours about 5 days a week. These were the good times. I was never very good at it but I had my moments.
I recall my biggest and best ride was one stormy morning, here in SoCal, with my friend Bruce, my surf teacher. We went to Little Dume (near the more famous Point Dume). It's a access private beach but we had a friend who would let us in the gate with her resident key.
It was raining pretty heavily as I remember and the swell was pretty large. Big waves, rather far apart. They had traveled a long distance and had that "fat" look as they came upon you—not so threatening at first—until they hit the shallows and rose vertical. Ykes!
My friend caught a six-foot wave in front of me and I admired his style as he rode this sucker all the way to shore. I could only see his head from where I was, bobbing up and down the wave as he carved beautiful lines.
Then a wave came. It had my name on it. I paddled my Kennedy 9-foot board and raced down the face as it was still rather rounded. I made it to the bottom, getting up to turn right and went on riding with the most concentration I could muster. I didn't want to screw this one up, as I knew that my friend would be watching me. Bruce is the most fierce critic and he never lets me get away with anything... I had to get this one right...
This was one of the fastest rides I ever took. It felt like I was going 90 mph. (I add 10mph to the story every year)
After was seemed an eternity I peered behind me as I heard a strange echoing noise (a bit like a flanger effect) and found myself at the edge of a tube as big as I was!!! I wasn't technically in the tube, but I was close. I should have dragged my hand into the water to slow myself down, but didn't have the presence of mind or the balls to do it. Oh well...
The wave took me all the way to the shore where I miserably bailed like a newbie (I have never managed to dismount with grace like my friend does).
At any rate I was the king of the world on that day. And nothing was sweeter than watching Bruce gesticulate and do the victory dance for me, hooting and howling, yelling "it was awesome! Almost in the tube on your first overhead wave! Wish I had a camera!".
This was an epic day. Pounding rain, menacing black clouds and fridgid winter waters... This was one of the best days in my life.
I'm looking forward to reliving it the moment I die (they say your life passes in front of you in an instant.) I'd like to catch this wave and ride it into eternity...
My son will soon be 12 and wants to surf. This could be a new beginning for me too. I haven't surfed in several months so it's time to get wet again!