Saturday, January 2, 2010

12/20/09

Surf Blog Returns!

When I get done writing about the winter holiday and Xmas surf trip, I should have surpassed 100 posts. An inconspicuous, innocuous mile-stone because no-one reads this shit!

"Always avoid alliteration," is what they would say if they did.

Last post I described my plans for the trip. Now is a little re-cap of the events before I go into the details.

Along the trip I surfed at the following places:
  • Moss Landing
  • La Conchita (Little Rincon)
  • Huntington Beach - two days
  • Carlsbad - two days
  • Oceanside
  • Trestles - two days
I camped at Jalama Beach, Carlsbad State Beach and the San Mateo Campground - this is part of the San Clemente State Beach above Trestles. I did not, however, surf at Jalama Beach. It was simply too big for me.

Actually, there was giant surf for much of the the trip - which was good but challenging and ass-kicking. I'm worn out right now as I write. I have a cold.

Extra sadness extends to the fact that I think I lost my camera's memory card! This is a bummer because there was some good shit on there (much of the story is in the images so I don't have to say "I" so much); but I suspect some nasty shit as well. I watched the new years eve video that was stored locally in the camera, I guess after I removed said memory card. I'm all fucked-up, asking, "are you ready?" Repeatedly.


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I got a late start and realized that I would not hit any surf before the sun went down. I had to go through Santa Cruz too to pick up my wetsuit from the Blown out wet-suit repair shop.

I took Hwy 1 down through Moss Landing and when I saw flags blowing off-shore I thought this was the time to go. Once I got out of the car the wind shifted significantly but it was still fun.

So into the Lost Campers Van. I totally endorse this service/product: http://www.lostcampersusa.com/

My version was called Jenntastic. A white GMC Safari Van with a bed in the back, built on top of a storage space; with linens, comforters, curtains and pillows. Camping gear with pots and pans and a stove. A plastic drip coffee cone - with a box of filters!

I was rolling fat into Pismo Beach - I thought, but what happened along the straight away from SLO was nasty. I pulled my hoody over my head and it caught my glasses, pulling over and tearing open the bridge of my nose. Like most head wounds that shit bleeds profusely, dripping like rain water from the corner of a building in a rain storm...

In all of the pictures taken of me at Christmas, I have scabs on my nose!


The poor lady at the Shell Station at Shell Beach. What she must endure from passing travelers.

I came in there reaching for napkins to stop the bleeding. From the Deli. She says, "we have a restroom." This is confusing to me. Most times they're closed. I think we're all hard-wired to stop the bleeding as soon as possible.

At the pump, not realizing which side to fill the tank from, I have to turn the van around, right in front of someone who is trying to get the forward pump. I have to explain to them what I'm trying to do...



The guy in the passenger seat is rockin' a huge joint. I'm assuming it's his wife driving because I also see her in the mini-mart when I realize they probably sell band aids and go back in and buy some.

When she comes back out to pump gas, she leaves the motor running. The car has handicap license plates. The guy in the passenger seat is still smoking an epic trumpet.

The cashier lady comes out and says, "hey, you can't pump gas with the motor running."

The driver of the pot-smoking passenger, handicapped plated Volvo finishes pumping gas and says, "OK, thanks," then gets in the car and drives away.

I myself thought you weren't supposed to smoke next to the pumps.

Giant Les Nessman band-aid across my nose and on into Santa Maria. There I meet a local fine thing as I'm buying Sesame Street band-aids at a Walgreens. I was hoping for Winnie the Pooh and specifically Tigger. But, there was only Dora the Explorer or the Jonas Brothers so I went with Cookie Monster.

Trying to get to Lompoc via Hwy. 135 I got lost by trying to go a different way.

Jalama's campground was open, with off-shore winds that dried the wetsuit over night.

My first night in Jenntastic was fantastic. Very comfortable, good sleep and the campground was nearly empty.

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