by brdsurf » Fri Apr 14, 2006 9:52 am
The only time I had any problems with any kind of "localism" ironically enough was in my own backyard while in the camp.
This didnt come from anyone there who claimed to be a regular there, as in like the Netarts/tillamook crew, but some person who surfed there often but made a commute which took a few hours. Ironically I wasnt even surfing when it happened.
I wonder how many of you knew of an organization called coast watch. With that program "volunteers" "adopted" a mile stretch of the beach to monitor for erosion, pollution and other things like that. It was before the Surfrider got as popular there as it did. Well, my friends and I "adopted the stretch there at the camp. It was close, we were there often and why not. Anyone who has spent enough time there has seen how much erosion has gone one there.
During one of our monthly checks and trash pickups I couldnt surf as I had earlier in the week F&cked up my ankle. The other two decided to get some waves since there was nobody else in there at the time. While they were out in the line up I was up past the little Campspot halfway up the reef picking up trash. Off the trail comes a single surfer who got close to the truck and looked around. Since there were no extra surfboards laying around and the other two were out in the lineup the guy got brave I guess and was going to "enforce" or something. As fast as I could hobble back down the reef the guy was on the other side of the truck starting to let air out of the tires. I startled him and asked what the F was going on. He decided with out even bothering to ask what was going on that we were "ruining" his surf by driving in to surf. He told me about how long he had surfed there and how he has surfed all over the world and blah blah and he felt he had the duty and right to do that. This of course led to a couple of years of crap back in PC. Luckily for him my friend who owned the vehicle didnt see what was going on otherwise there would have been throws. Because of my temper, and his quick action to flatten tires it made for many unpleasant hours in the water later. Sad thing is he would have normally been the kind of guy we would have liked to have known since most of my group has travelled all over looking for surf.
"I have to overcome that safety mechanism that wants to rise up in me and to keep me from doing something that could kill me."
"Everything’s okay until it isn’t."