It’s been a couple of weeks since the swell of the summer, and reports and stories have verified that just about every spot that can get waves did; and just about every surfer who tried, got a few sliders somewhere, some semi, top, or totally non-secret break.
So, since I did write a Part One; I probably should have a Part Two:
To recap; I went out on Friday, caught a lot of empty little righthanders before the tide came up and the swell, momentarily, dropped off. I spoke to Kyle, on the beach, who had checked out the usual spots on the Strait all week, and hadn’t surfed. Kyle said he’d been at this well known spot when Raja (and he’s gotten way more props for this than ridicule) stuck my lost SUP paddle in the pilings, where it remained for two weeks until my friend, Hydrosexual Stephen Davis, climbed up, jammed it back down. Raja did confess, eventually, and I guess we’re kind of friends. ‘Friends’ with an asterisk. Adam Wipeout, when I called to gloat, said Kyle, who claimed not to know Adam Wipeout (I always ask, usually people do know Adam, even in the south part of Washington state), identified Kyle as “The guy you call ‘big arm movements.'” Oh, it made sense; Big Arm Movements was the only surfer still out when I tried (and this was probably the most embarrassing part) clumsily (it’s okay to wipe out, it’s not cool or okay to be clumsy) to retrieve my paddle; and Kyle was nice. It’s just, I’d never really seen him out of the water, without a hood. Smaller arm movements.
The swell was already on the increase; as Kyle had said when I mentioned that no one had even been checking it out, surfers were headed to the Strait for the weekend. Though I prefer not to surf on weekends, Trish was out of town; and I was planning on hitting it early.
SO. SATURDAY: Not early enough. When I got to the pullout/lot at 6:30, it was pretty full, SUVs were backed up toward the water, some folks were standing and looking at just-after-dawn lines, and there was one guy out. Tim Nolan. I slid in next to a brown Suburban I recognized, slammed on the back of it in a friendly kind of way, and woke Raja up. “Man,” he said, when he climbed out, “you should have seen the boards on the ferry last night.” Raja was joined by another one of his (don’t call them hipsters) friends, both deciding to go elsewhere. “What? How can you pass this up?” Somewhere else might be better; the tide was a little low and the waves were closing out between the reefs. “Excuse me; you really want stand around talking next to a naked old guy?”
I would have been the second surfer in the water if a guy hadn’t suddenly appeared, walking over the exposed river rocks, and paddled out ahead of me. So, for an hour or so, it was Big Dave, Tim Nolan, and me, with a gallery on the beach. Two hours later it was Big Dave, Adam Wipeout, me, and an increasing number of other surfers, including Tugboat Bill and his entourage of the day, with still more vehicles arriving. I think there were 18 people in the water when I pulled out, more heading out, and someone’s surf rig instantly taking my spot in the lot.
MEANWHILE: Keith Darrock and Brett the electrician were battling the rip at the Waterpark, later to make the trek to a semi-secret rivermouth, and the swell was heading into every little cove and point, also creating some fun and havoc on islands in the Strait.
EVEN Hydrosexual Stephen Davis, who had to work in the morning, caught a few sliders in the late afternoon north and west of Port Townsend, sharing a session with, guess who? Tim Nolan.
NOW, this week, I tried to surf at Double Dose; but it was foggy; couldn’t talk myself into it; hung on the beach a while chatting with Concrete Pete and Tugboat Bill. Bill had a different entourage, two kids from a surf camp at Neah Bay, one Tim Nolan has something to do with, and, incidentally, Tim and and another guy (I’ll find out more on this) were, on this day, completing the last leg of their SUP trip from Port Angeles to Neah Bay.
NOT WANTING TO GET SKUNKED, I did find some waves elsewhere. And now, checking the forecast. Hey, it’s summer; there are no waves in the Strait in the summer.
Really stoked I missed this Zoofest and slid a few in between the PBR bun hair millioniares. LOL! It’s all good tho and I’m glad the gremmies are shagging a few. Check it out Erwin: https://www.youtube.com/embed/hLpE1Pa8vvI?autoplay=1&autohide=1&showinfo=0&iv_load_policy=3&rel=0
I bet our folks were saying the same thing in the 60’s when we were once young and just following the stoke like these folks are now huh?
Keep it waxed buddy!