On the road to Jalama Beach I saw this picture:
Down there was fun as always and I heard a great story at the entry gate about the two dollar bill that made me keep my two dollar bill.
Now granted I paddled out to a spot that some dude and his buddy seemed to be holding down; I got the shit-fuck lecture from the some dude about splitting peaks. And how, “it’s no hard, go left or right, just don’t go in front of me.” Oh, wait, like you just did to me? Mr. Neptune, Mr. Jalama… Mr. Viagra.
Well, the keyboard is mightier than the sword - perhaps…
I basically paddled away saying, "fuck off." Ruminated on it for ½ hour and then realized I had my own break! What fucked energy. Had some sweet rides still.
I had to walk by that "some dude" on the way out, and then he flashes me the “hang-loose” symbol while I stare at him and say, "that’s hecka funny."
Tired of people’s ownership shit and what they consider ‘theirs’ – fuck that! They don’t realize just how stacked they are on other’s backs when they think that way. Maybe they’re proud of the fact? Like a fucking shampoo commercial – “I’m worth it!”
Or, people who, "didn't think it was worth the trip," to one of the most remote places along the California Coast.
In a world where they gotta pay taxes - oh heavens!, "who maintains the road to this place anyway?" Maybe they feel like they gotta own something of their own - because they can’t paddle into the ranch…
Maybe one of these (old school chumash) dudes would paddle up on their tomol and claim it all back. I don't know: break some fins, wax some windows. Break a tail light and leave a note saying, “next time, it’ll be much worse.”
Kind of a shitty vignette for me to dwell on - no doubt. Who was wrong - who was right. Is it better to paddle away and not say anything? Do you confront the person? Do you laugh and smile?
Oh well, excellent travels, despite the shitty 405 traffic at the pass there. "I hate LA." Sorry Randy Newman, but I do agree with you about short people...
Realizing how little control I have over so many things. But, I love these kind of trips because they are in the moment.
The high-school reunion was a trip for sure and I partied super hard. That’s all I can say at this point.
I thought maybe I’d post about it on Felton Jam House Reporting, but I am content to see how it unfolds on Facebook. Maybe you’ve heard of it? Maybe that’s the thing to write the blog about…
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