THE DISCUSSION went back and forth for a while. Probably too long. Stephen Davis had seen a YouTube video in which Wardo, Somebody-or-other Ward (I will remember, just not this minute) boosted a big air, landed it, and was then burned by someone (Steve made it sound like it might have been a woman) blindly taking off in front of him; and so, of course, Wardo flipped the clueless kook off.
HEY, if you go by a nickname, people are supposed to know your name. Miki? Dewey? Alex? Kelly? Anyway, Steve read through the many comments on the incident. Some folks defended Wardo, others thought, maybe, he could have been a bit nicer about the whole thing.
STEVE’S comment, to me, was, “DO YOU REALLY THINK Wardo got world class good without ever burning someone?” He answered himself with, “OF COURSE NOT.”
And I agreed. This took up most of the first hour of the back and forth. Maybe if I had a radio in my car that worked; maybe if it wasn’t so far to the coast. Maybe…
SIDETRACK- I would be severely criticized if I publish anything (else) even mentioning surfing (or the existence of waves) on the Strait of Juan de Fuca. I have been criticized for not writing more often about surfing and the many joys associated with surfing. I check the buoys and forecasts the way football commentators study even seemingly-obscure stats, and I have finally allowed the truth to work its way to this: The ocean doesn’t give a shit about sending waves forty, fifty miles and more so surfers can ride them. There are, however, waves pretty much every day on the coast. CONCLUSION- If it’s about the same time investment for you, coast or Strait… nevermind that; how about this: Waves are a gift.
CHRIS WARD. I looked it up.
THERE WERE SEVERAL OVERRIDING ISSUES in Steve’s longform rant (if you will- he thinks it qualified):
ONE- When waves to sneak down the throat of the Strait, it gets rather competitive. RATHER. The surf spots are, of course, fickle, and either difficult to access (cliffs, fences, cops being called), or instantly crowded with even the rumor of breaking waves.
TWO- The points or reefs can feature a very pleasant surfing experience for three or four, but, adding in that most of the consistent (or diehard, if you prefer) locals (or semi-locals) know or sort-of know each other (and are very competitive), when it gets crowded, feelings can get hurt (and can stay hurt a while). RESULT- A less pleasant surfing experience, people who could be your friends holding grudges, you holding grudges against people who could be your friends.
Steve and I agree on this; though I probably enjoy (tolerate, I’d call it) the jockeying in the lineup, the back-and-forth, a bit more than he does. “If someone wants to really be good,” Steve said, somewhere on the drive back, “You have to be somewhere where there are always waves, where you can surf every day.” Well, um, yeah; but there’s no way I’m going back to California.
WAVE COUNT. That’s how you get to be good, like Wardo, his joy at landing his 999th air interrupted by some kook. MEANWHILE, the kook, perhaps, unaware, blissfully unaware even, may have had the best wave of his (or her) life.
CONCLUSION- No conclusion.
ORIGINAL ERWIN AND DISCO BAY T-SHIRTS- There are some available (in a range of sizes, Disco logo on the front, one of the other two illustrations on the back) at the Disco Bay Outdoor Exchange. Tyler Meeks has been at this a while now, and, when I delivered my latest batch of shirts, he said he could only get $15 each ($20 for long sleeves) without tags. TAGS? WHAT? One, I’m not really sure what my cost per shirt is- I’ll find out today when I pick up more; and, two- I will make some tags if it means I might actually make a dollar or two on the whole thing. WOW, it’s so hard becoming a t-shirt mogul.
“It’s just that, if someone is buying a shirt for a grandkid or something; they want to see… tags.” “Oh, okay.”
SO, if you get in there, like, tomorrow (Thursday)… before the tags are organized… and remember, these are, by design, limited editions.
LIKE waves, they make great gifts.