Happy 4th
Turby
being the country of gringos, seppos, yanks, etc. All youse who claim
other allegiances, please pardon us while we make some noise and
flashy lights tonight.
Surf content:
I snuck in for a guerilla session at my home break. The entire area is
fenced off awaiting tonight's festivities. The hordes have descended,
traffic is sardine-ish, and every square inch of grass is spoken for.
(I heard at least 7 languages. New immigrants appear eager to
celebrate their new homeland.) The ocean, OTOH, was virtually barren
of people when I arrived. I quickly dressed and climbed down the
cliff. I was suckered in by a beautiful set of 8 3'to4' waves peeling
off the reef. Of course, that meant lulls were interminable. Finally
another set rolled in. I was able to snag bits of 3 waves. The water
was nice, but not as warm as expected - only ~67 degrees.
I got so bored waiting for the second set, I swam down to the
Children's Pool, site of a notorious battle between pro-seal fanatics
and the rest of us. Harbor seals have decided the beach there is a
nicer place to haul out than the big flat rock nearby. The fanatics
think the seals need to be isolated from humans and want to turn the
C.P. into a reserve. They oughta tell the seals that. When I reached
the end of the sea wall that encloses the pool, 2 seals came out to
say hello. One swam under me, spinning to show his underside, then
popped up a few feet away. They followed me back to the break,
swimming around me and popping up to breathe in my face. I got back to
the lineup, and they hung around. I think they wanted me to play with
them, but it's hard to know what they think. They'd dive and poke
their nose into a hole, then turn and look at me. I wish I had a ball
to throw them, or a mackerel to feed them. Another set finally came. I
caught another 2 waves, then figured I'd had enough fun for a holiday.
Hope you guys had as much fun.
--
Turby the Turbosurfer