Sunday, November 20, 2011

Theres Something in the Water

It all caught up to me. After running at my normal, maybe slightly accelerated speed of life this week, with nights of climbing/adventure, and two super fun, glassy, waist-high lunchtime log sessions, the algae present in the water decided that I needed a break, sending me straight to bed Friday after work. I spent what seemed to be the longest night in bed (13 hours) alternating pouring sweat freezing my little piggies off even though I was cocooned under three blankets, dressed in my onesie longjohns. It was a battle of epic proportions, and I awoke in the morning to be feeling better, but utterly fatigued. It was a bummer, for the surf happened to be pumping all day yesterday, and I could do was watch people shred the point. I guess I can shred the internet surf while it pours outside today...

MANUFACTURING STOKE from misfit pictures on Vimeo.

It will be interesting to see where the shaping industry will go in the next few years. There is definitely a push for alternative materials. And whoever can come up with the right balance of eco-friendly/longevity/performance materials, will woo most everybody in the industry. The hard part will be making it cheap enough to be justifiable for the small time shapers since there is very little margin in the art of shaping boards.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Rainy Days

Its been raining since just this morning, and already I feel like I am going through sunlight withdraws. The hamster that is my brain scours the inner recesses to locate the vitamin d producing fountain which normally balances out the grogginess that is the Friday morning after a night of beers. Effort is wasted, for there is no sunshine to convert the rays into goodness. But on the flip side, rain means sand bars are forming, and hopefully, waves will get better. In the meantime I can just sit on my couch and read a book.

And now, back from that random tangent...


Thursday, November 10, 2011

Working Stiff Blues

The days of sunshine, clean waves, and warm water is now the way of all hibernating creatures. Hidden and nestled away for winter; we as surfers have to deal with brain freezes, numb toes, and club feet. This condition, invokes the cold-water northern California tribal wetsuit stripping dance - a winter time dance as one tries to get clothed after an early morning session.

I cant wait for the solstice, when days get longer, and I can actually get wet after work...

Or build a boat and travel down the baja coast, hitting all the right hand point breaks like this guy!

Christian Beamish-InnerViews from on Vimeo.