Know The Nose

Chris Del Moro surfing before the start of this year's Pacifico Noseriding Invitational.

When There Are No Waves

There weren't many waves this weekend. A small swell and some onshore wind. Not the right recipe. It was sorta upsetting, really. I brought my new Bing and was eager to paddle that pig into a few peelers. But it didn't work that way. So while we waited for waves, I cold water washed a pair of pants, watched some whales, and slept on the sand. Follow the link for a few more photos.

Ten Foot Feral Pig

We bought a Bing. Two actually. A ten foot Feral Pig and a nine eight Silver Spoon. They'd been waiting for us at Wave Hounds. A few of the things we'd hoped our wedding fund would allow us to afford. You know, instead of silverware. The pig is a bastard, though. An unwanted wave riding apparatus. No, really. It was ordered for someone else. But he didn't like the big blue fin. It wasn't what he wanted. So when I showed up at the shop, there were two Feral Pigs. A white one with a clear resin fin and a cedar stringer, and this one, a blood red bastard with a balsa stringer and a blue fin. Todd had it listed as 'extra' in his inventory. A board that didn't belong. But when I picked up that pig, felt it's fat, ran my fingers across it's feral face, I knew that big pig bastard belonged to me!

Port Shorts

The sounds aren't my sorta thing, but the surfing sure is. As seen on Adam Davenport's internet site.

Makah Days 2012

The Makah Nation held their 88th annual Makah Days celebration this past weekend. The festivities, which kicked off with fireworks on Friday, included war canoe races and a salmon bake, as well as traditional dancing and an assortment of other activities. Karissa and I rolled into town shortly after the parade had passed through, so the streets were covered in candy - which all the kids were collecting. There weren't any waves and a strong onshore wind, so we decided to take a trip through town.

Klettersack

Over the years, I've bought a lot of backpacks. Everything from back-to-school basics to external frame Boy Scout bags. At the moment, I have a houseful handful. But I use them all the time. When I walk to work. Or ride a motorcycle. During the week they're full of food, gym clothes, laptops and camera lenses. On the weekend, when I plan to spend all day at the ocean, I pack a change of clothes, a couple of cold ones, a camera and whatever my woman wants. I am also of the opinion that more shit should be made in the States. And that you should buy said shit. So when I stumbled upon Topo Designs, a Colorado company making bags and backpacks, I was, as you might expect, rather excited.

A View to a Kill

I don't get dragged down there that often. The opposite end of the ocean. South of where I sometimes surf. It was, however, the first place that I found. And to be honest, I wish I would wander that way more often. Because it's beautiful. Really. Look at it. Like a low lit stage awaiting your arrival. For each wave is it's own show. And you are both the actor and the audience. Performing for free. But you always get a call back. And another audition. Because it's never good enough. So break a leg. Photo from Jesse Lee.

Gwithian

Short bit of film featuring James Parry, an English surfer from Sennen Cove. Seen on Artisans of Slide.

A Wedding & Whatnot

We went and got married this weekend. For real?! For real. Signed and sealed. Four days with friends and family in a far away land. Then back to the big city for some Sunday shenanigans. It worked out well. Sorta surreal. I guess I could go on. I could give you all kinds of info. An extended list of everyone in attendance. What she wore. What was said. But that's all a buncha bullshit. What I will do is thank everyone that was there. Everyone that took the time, that spent the money, that drove all day to see that shit. It means more than you know. And now back to your regularly scheduled programming.

Exotic Aquatic Dances

Tyler Warren logging little waves at the Salinas Longboard Festival. As seen on Stoke Harvester.

One Day

Chad Marshall surfing San Fran. Filmed by Yuji Watanabe. Stolen from Mollusk Surf Shop.

Two Tribes

After endless anticipation, Friday finally rolled around. Eight bikes. Eight boards. An opportunity for these Two Tribes to spend an evening together. To connect dots and incite inspiration. Because it seemed so obvious. That these people, who share a careless consideration for an aesthetic and a desire to not give a damn, could come together. In a city that doesn't see such things. And so it went. One night, with friends and family. For the Crohn's & Colitis Foundation. So follow the link for a few photos.