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“the epoch of belief”

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.�

Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities, English novelist (1812 - 1870)

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About one hundred and fifty years later, I read this quote and am amazed at its timeless universality. This quote could just as easily be applied to the 2007 surf year. I had the opportunity to score a beautiful south swell at my home break (spring break, the Hook), an epic typhoon in July (Kona, Hawaii), beautiful consistent hurricane waves in August (Dean in Wrightsville Beach), a crazy booming late season south swell in November, and some good, fun and really BIG waves in December. But in between those epic highlights there were some of the longest flattest spells I have ever witnessed. And I have exceptionally low standards (remember, we’re talking waves only here) – I am one of those people that wants to get wet everyday it is possible to surf. ThereNew year’s Eve were definitely multiple occasions where I did not get wet for days in a row because there was NOT surf.

Right now, we are in a nice stretch of getting waves, but it is frigid (51 water temp, air = low 30s in the morning). I broke down today and got a 5-4, the 4-3 with booties and a hood was NOT cutting it. I would rather get a 5-4 than break down and wear gloves. For whatever cockamamie reason I would rather buy a 5-4 than purchase and wear gloves. I don’t know if it’s a west coast judgment issue, a Santa Cruz judgment issue or just my own internal judgment issue but gloves are not for me. After trying on, purchasing and wearing my new O’Neill grom Mutant series 5-4 I know I just made one of the best purchases of my entire life. The new 5-4 is the old 4-3.

As 2007 ticks away, I hope that you can also relate to Dickens. I hope you have had and continue to have a vast range of experiences in and out of the water that keep you intellectually and physically stimulated. More than anything else – I hope to not get caught up in comparisons, I hope I can be present and open to appreciating all that the ocean has to offer – even when it is flat!

Back In Session

Lots of people dread the end of summer – colder weather, diminishing daylight, returning to the regimen of school drop offs, lunch making and homework oversight. Although I don’t embrace all aspects of fall equally, I am always willing and ready to hurtle myself into fall. Why you may wonder, especially since the water finally warms up in Santa Cruz (newsflash = water over 60 degrees is considered “warm� here) by the end of summer? Or maybe you think I’m tired of my kids and trying to keep them from spending copious hours in front of a screen.

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The answer is pretty simple, and if you’ve been surfing for a while you probably already know where I am going with this. Fall is when the REAL waves start to arrive and the valleys (“tourists� aka “terrorists� if they ride a 10 foot plus weapon of mass destruction) quit coming over en masse. And truly, there is nothing like a ten to fifteen degree reduction in water and air temperature to inhibit the valleys! Mix in a good northwest swell with enough current and consistency to keep the valleys from making it out to the line up, as well as keeping the “I-wanna-go-pro-show� contingency occupied enough with paddling back out so they cant post up and whistle for all the best set waves and I am well on the way to satiation.

The other thing I love about fall is that it’s similar to being a kid and returning to school – you get to see your tribe again. The locals return and we sort out our own seating arrangement (“line up�) quickly. Instead of writing out “The Best Thing About My Summer Break,� we talk story and catch up on travels, travails, equipment purchases, parenting tips, neighborhood issues and reconfirm our friendships.

And yes, it is prime shark attack season in reality not just theory. Although I don’t love or even like the idea of a shark attack, I have to confess that I do like the way it thins out the numbers even more. The dedication and/ or denial level that is needed to persevere into the fall and beyond especially after a confirmed shark attack (Todd Endris, August 28 2007 Marina State Beach) within the “Red Triangle� makes me fall in love with the ocean even more.





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