March Sadness

[dogfur]

Happy St. Patricks day everybody! Go get some green foam on your upper lip, and Erin-go-braugh-less!

[Friend Of The Hawk]

March has been good to me......
This last week has been nasty......
Drunk sounds good.........Happy St. Pattys
Wilbur don't surf much,makes Wilbur cranky....

[Quad Head]

Apparently butholes has been working? Deep buthole tubes. Poop where you live.

[smithgrind]

March Sadness indeed...Sion Milosky bit it at Mav's. Total downer.

[Tatonka]

Seems SUPs are bypassing the cove on their way to 2nd point these days.

[the dude]

so, who is going surfing on a monday, tomorrow?

[the dude]

well, its just a little after 10pm, but looks like some nice long period manageable swell is starting to fill in. i bet tomorrow is going to be pretty darn good.

[buoyhead]

Seems SUPs are bypassing the cove on their way to 2nd point these days.

not a chance

[Tex]

My buddy is seeing some really clean lines up in WA this morning....

[dogfur]

Took a chance on east wind and reasonable swell size prediction and burned a vacation day. Arrived in flow town about a half our before what was supposed to be low tide, to find the bouys in the river straining at their anchors, leaving a wake you could have surfed on. Offshore wind about 15-20 knots. Ocean looked like a mixed up mess of foam and closeouts. Played some fetch with the big yellow dog, combed the new piles of driftwood at the high tide line 'till the tide stopped draining. Struggled to keep the 9-2 from smacking the rocks on the climb down to the water. Current was still fairly strong and wind made it a little tough to stay in position at first, but as the tide slacked, the wind also let up, and 4 others and myself were rewarded with some head-high drops into waist high glassy faces for about 2 hours. Kind of overcast with sun popping out here and there. Sprinkled a little as we got out, rained quite alot on the way home. Saw a car in a pullout, a man, woman and two kids. All 4 doors of the car were open, the woman brushing something off the back of her clothes, one kid kind of bent over looking into the grass, the other kid standing about 30 feet from the car with her arms crossed, and the man standing with hands on his hips looking in the backseat kind of shaking his head. Happy spring break everybody!

[Tatonka]

A few good days over the break. Wednesday was one of my best in the past few months.

[Spent]

I skated the Nehalem ramp last Sunday, after leaving Slim to surf the Cove. I was trying to learn backside airs, proper style, by grabbing the nose. I was a getting a few little ones. Then getting cocky, I went to boost a big one. Only the Nehalem ramp lacks the necessary vert to get real air and so I inevitably hung up on the lip and went crashing to the ground.

As I was lying on the flat bottom, thinking I should have gone surfing with Slim, I hear this little voice nearby,

"Well Hello there."

Who says "Well Hello there" in this day and age? I wondered.

I looked up and standing next to me was a pudgy twelve-year-old ish boy that looked like he just stepped out of 1950s television show.

"Hi." I said as I painfully stood up, "What's going on?"

"Oh nothing. Say, I'd never step on one of those things." He chuckled pointing at my skateboard.

"Well, that's probably wise of you." I replied.

Getting a good look at him. I could see he was wearing what looked like a homemade pair of jeans and a home made denim shirt, tucked in and buttoned to the neck, (of course). And black dress shoes with a polished shine.

As I looked him over I noticed he was checking out the graffiti on the ramp,

"I suck sk8erz cockz 4 free. Call me if you are ovr 18 and undur 30." I almost wanted to shield his innocent eyes from the offending scribble.

"Wow, the kids around here sure do like painting. Shame their spelling is so poorly."

"Yep." I shrugged. "Hey, want to try my board?" I offered and trying to divert the conversation away from cock sucking.

"He he he he he, why surely not he he he he," slapping his thigh he continued his little chuckle, "Oh no, I'm not inclined to welcome injury upon myself today he he he."

The kid seemed nice enough and I didn't want to be rude but I was really feeling those backside airs could take me somewhere special that day, so I got up and started skating again.

Each time I fell he gasped and then when he saw I was not seriously injured, he would chuckle away. Eventually, I took a breather and he was still standing by the side of the ramp, looking at me, smiling.

"You live around here?" I asked.

"Yessir, I do."

"Cool" I nodded. "Go to school?"

"Oh no. I'm home-schooled."

"Oh yeah, great man, that's cool."

"And I work on the farm. I might go to agriculture school as I'm going to graduate four years early. I want to learn how to operate heavy machinery."

"That sounds like a fun life, my man."

I was digging this kid. He lived how I often talked about living, off the land in an intentional, sustainable community. Making/ growing as much as they could for their daily existence. He wasn't like other kids I knew of his age. Granted, I mostly work with cracked out raggamuffins but most modern American twelve year olds don't know how to kill a chicken, drive a tractor and sew their own shirts.

"Say, I don't suppose you want a chicken?" He asked.

"Hmm.." I paused.

"Well, I do live in the city but you know what I wouldn't mind my own chicken."

He gave me directions to his family's land and told me to swing by in an hour. They'd surely love to pass on one of the family chickens to my good self.

"Ok. I'll see you in an hour." I said about to drop in and tackle a few more backside airs. "Take it easy."

"He he he he. No, you should be the one taking it easy." He annunciated the last three words as if they were a foreign language and walked of giggling his chubby chuckle.

Well, I got a few satisfactory backside airs but I still wasn't sure if I wanted the chicken or not. Driving 1.5 hours back to Portland with an unknown bird sounded sketchy. There again the prospect of free eggs every day was too appealing. So I went in search of this boy's land. I was sure I had memorized his directions correctly but I ended up driving around the backwaters of Nehalem, Wheeler and Manzanita for half an hour before finally giving up. I ended up at a nearby convenience store, bought a bottle of Sheaf Stout and drank it on the beach under Neahkanie Mountain, as the sun went down instead. The alcohol soothed my bruises but I still pondered tomorrow’s inevitable complications.

[Tex]

Dope story Spent, that was a great read!

Quad, guess you met up with one of my boys in WA on your last trip up. He had his azz handed to him up there. Got stuck between two reefs on some close out sets. He called it double overhead...heard you got some nice ones!

[Spent]

thanks for reading, tex.

hoping in April, I'll have some surf reports with actual surfing in them.

heading east to skate today. maybe if i had bollocks and a gun i'd have gone west.

[Quad Head]

@ TEX Hahahaha…… even in the remotest of the remote, can’t get away anymore. This lil PNW surf scene is a small one indeed, but it’s a rad tribe and vibe, most of the time. Your boys were cool and made the 1st assault on the 8 at 20 at said location. We watched until the sun came out. All I remember from that sesh was taking a 10 wave set on the head and getting washed in. YEA! We found some cover and some fun ones later though. Some locs the day before were quite surprised at our military like assault on the place. We heard the news via the Doug Fir wireless and we’re used to dealing with “sensitive situations” is what I told them. Thats how we roll. Unfortunately some real azzholes are trying to get famous off these places where access has become quite the issue IMHO. Let us surf in peace.