Oct 1, 2013

When a Friend Wants You to Get Out of the Water Early

I don't think so.

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Apr 12, 2013

Playalinda Florida. Surfing Exposed.

Playalinda Beach in Florida is better known as a nude beach than a surf break.  However, when hurricane season comes around, the nudies come out to watch the surf and the locals rip it.  Despite the waves' small size, Playalinda has great shape.  Because Playalinda Beach is located rather far from the city, the waves are pretty wide open for most of the year.

Enjoy these photos...
Playalinda nude beach surfing
Playalinda nude beach surfing
Playalinda nude beach surfing
Playalinda nude beach surfing
Playalinda nude beach surfing
Playalinda nude beach surfing
Playalinda nude beach surfing
Playalinda nude beach surfing
Playalinda nude beach surfing
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Apr 3, 2013

Insane Drops

In every surf blog, it seems that there's a post for the worst wipeouts.  On YouTube, 'surfing wipeouts' is one of the most searched surfing keywords.  Instead of sure wipeouts, I wanted to make things interesting and catch people in a pivotal moment: a moment of a disbelief.  Check out these insane drops.
Insane Drops Surfing
Insane Drops Surfing
Insane Drops Surfing
 Okay, so this guy has no chance...
Insane Drops Surfing
Insane Drops Surfing
Insane Drops Surfing
Insane Drops Surfing
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Apr 1, 2013

Shacked

Surfing barrels.  Getting shacked.  Taking a ride in the green room.  Getting barreled is a surfer's ultimate move, and one of the best feelings.  When you're barreled, you're in the zone.  You're dunking over your opponents, you're teeing up your balls just right, and hitting the sweet spot on a racket.  Many try to describe the feeling as insatiable... addicting.  Here are some photos (and quotes) on the subject.

Getting Barreled is Nirvana ... it's hard to achieve, but once you've been there you'll never forget the experience. And, you'll want to get back there as often as possible

You won’t find a better feeling from anything else, way better than any drug and way more addictive.

Once you have tasted your first barrel that’s it everything else on this world will come second, work, school, responsibilities, you can forget all of them if there are some shacks to be had!
Surfing Barrels
Surfing Barrels
Surfing Barrels
Surfing Barrels
Surfing Barrels
Surfing Barrels
Surfing Barrels
Surfing Barrels
Surfing Barrels

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Mar 23, 2013

Surfing Nostalgia

A beautiful and heartfelt article written by a man to whom I can relate.  Many dream of being a surf writer, and many of us surfers define ourselves by our sport.  This article shows an interesting evolution of this concept by writer Roy Harrell.

Almost 10 years ago to the day, I began to write this weekly column I called the Surf Report. At the time I had recently rediscovered the joys of surfing after a sabbatical of quite a few years, and rather naively reasoned that everyone shared my enthusiasm and would appreciate a weekly newspaper column dedicated to the sport of surfing. Some 520 columns later, I find myself looking back on a paper trail of a big section of my life. My children grew up in this column. My son, Roy, was 12 years old when I started. He’s 22 today.

During that decade of writing I bared my soul. I sent dispatches from every surf trip, every surf contest, every week, no matter where I was. I got up in the middle of the night in Hawaii to get my article in before the 8 a.m. deadline in order to compensate for the five-hour time zone difference. I tapped out my stories in Internet cafes in strange cities long before the days of WiFi. I’ve written from the Bahamas, from Puerto Rico, Nicaragua, California, and just about every state on the Eastern Seaboard.

I don’t know what drove me to do it. It certainly wasn’t the money. I got paid the same ridiculous pittance for 10 years without an increase. I guess you would have to say I did it for the love of surfing. I never was really that good at it, but boy, did I love it.

At one time the column was printed in as many as five different papers, reaching from Assateague to Salisbury, to Seaford to Milford. And thanks to the Internet edition, I heard from critics and readers from all over the world.

Back when I first started, the Delaware buoy was our only forecast and reporting tool. Nowadays, there are multiple sites that offer hourly forecasts, updates, and several surf cams strategically positioned around Delmarva. My article posted a week after I wrote it with generally no pictures. It was hard to compete. So I didn’t. I wrote about what interested me and hoped that it was interesting to others as well. Funny thing is, I think a lot of people that never surfed a day in their life found it more interesting than many surfers ever did. Little old ladies I met in the grocery store loved it.


But today is going to be my last Surf Report. Oh, I still love surfing, but maybe not quite the way I used to. Once upon a time, even though I wasn’t a very good surfer, I defined myself first and foremost as a surfer. I would have to say that isn’t the case anymore. Today, surfing is something that I do, it’s not who I am.

In fact, incongruous as it may sound to some of you, who I am today is a pastor of a small church called The Beach Fellowship, which I started here in Bethany several years ago. I worked a number of side jobs to support myself in that, and the surf column helped some in that regard. I still surf on a regular basis, and hope to continue for another 10 years at least. But I write a to a different tune nowadays. And I can only hope that I write better sermons than I did surf columns. I imagine they are just as confrontational at times though. I invite you to visit my church, which meets on the beach in Bethany during the warmer months at the end of Ocean View Parkway, 8 a.m. Sundays or you can visit online at www.surfersfellowship.blogspot.com.

There is an old adage popularized by General MacArthur which says “old soldiers never die, they just fade away.” Undoubtedly, you will still see my old red Suburban parked at North Side or down around 36th Street from time to time. But hopefully I will be surfing with a sense of relief, a bliss of anonymity that escaped me all those years when I was writing. And maybe, from a surfing point of view at least, I can finally just fade away.
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Mar 22, 2013

Surfboard Wax



Surfboard wax is an often overlooked necessity for surfers.  Imagine a slip-n-slide.  Now, imagine the slip-n-slide on a well-polished basketball court that moves up and down, side to side, bucking you off.  That's what surfing without wax is like– it's impossible.

Unlike snowboard wax, surfboard wax goes on the top of your board and gives you traction to planet your feet for big maneuvers.  Boards are rewaxed daily, and a fresh coat of wax makes a world of difference.  I wanted to explore wax a little bit, and I found that wax comes in all shapes, sizes, colors and forms.  Here are a few of the most notable (and, oddly, sexual) waxes...
Sex wax
A regular bar of Sex Wax

Sticky bumps multi-color surfboard wax
 Multi-color surfboard wax
Mighty Humps Wax
Mighty Humps Wax

Hang Ten Surfboard Wax
Hang Ten Surfboard Wax

Sex Wax Skull Surfboard Wax
Pink Sex Wax Skull
Surfboard Wax Comb
Various wax combs for removing wax from a surfboard

Girl waxing a surfboard

Girl waxing a surfboard
Waxing a surfboard

A freshly waxed surfboard
A freshly waxed surfboard

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Mar 21, 2013

The Serenity of Surfing

"Sometimes in the morning, when it’s a good surf, I go out there, and I don’t feel like it’s a bad world." -Kary B. Mullis 

Surfing is many things.  Sometimes surfing is action, sometimes it's fear, sometimes it's excitement, sometimes it's aggravating, sometimes it's painful, but many times surfing is serenity.  Peace.  Bliss.  When you're on a wave, the rest of the world disappears.  I think that this feeling is best described through pictures.
Serenity of Surfing
Serenity of Surfing
Serenity of Surfing
Serenity of Surfing
Serenity of Surfing
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