Experimental Shape

Mick Rodgers and some sorta experimental surfboard made by Matt Calvani (via Bing Surfboards).

La Poel

Coming back from the coast, Karissa and I stopped at the La Poel picnic area on the south side of Lake Crescent. Once home to the La Poel Resort - which included eleven cabins, a store, dining room, tap room, and service station - this lakeside loop is now part of the Olympic National Park and is a perfect place to pull over on your way home from the peninsula.

After finding a place to park Fargo, we walked down to the water to get a better view of both the lake and Mount Storm King. Thanks to the lack of nitrogen in the water (which inhibits the growth of algae), Lake Crescent is exceptionally clear and crystal blue in color. Formed during the last Ice Age, the lake is officially 624 feet deep, but many believe it to be nearly twice that deep.

Chojnacki @ Canggu

Matt Chojnacki getting 'involved' during Deus Ex Machina's '9ft & Single' festival in Canggu, Bali.

An Offshore Investment

Sometimes you have to stay. See what happens. Make an investment and hope that it pays off. Saturday was one of them days. Was offshore all morning, thigh high, with consistent sets coming through. I surfed for six hours, coming ashore just long enough to stick my face in a bag full of ginger granola, unwilling to remove my gloves and grab a handful. It was good. The surf and the snack. Rode my ten foot Feral Pig all afternoon. Plenty of time on the tip. My backside cross-step action needs some assistance, though. All in due time. Sunset was spectacular. A few hot dogs and a campfire before we called it quits.

Hot & Glassy

Cyrus Sutton, on an October afternoon somewhere near San Diego, aboard an Aquatic Almond.

The Quinoa Coast?

I picked the name of this project while eating a piece of peanut butter toast. All that energy was inspiring. Some monounsaturated fat and non-fiction first thing in the morning. Anyhow, I thought I'd let you know what I'm currently consuming around seven a.m., cause this blog could've been called 'The Quinoa Coast' had I started eating these seeds a little sooner!

The Waxhead Diaries

I really dig this dude's surfing style. The way he throws those big ass bottom turns. All hands up over his head. Stoic when he stands on the nose. Some of that sixties shit. Antiquated yet updated. An old soul.

Redington Topo Outfit

I've been interested in fly fishing for quite some time now. Not as a source of sustenance, as I am allergic to all kinds of freshwater fish, but as an activity. A skill that, a lot like surfing, I could acquire, develop and do for the rest of my life. Unfortunately, things like this require equipment. And equipment requires coin. But thanks to an article I found on Outside Online, I know what I'll need to catch a couple of fish.

It's called an outfit. A rod and reel, a few dry flies and 100 yards of fishing line. All of the essentials. And while there are all sorts of outfits out there, the one featured in the article I found online is made by a company called Redington, whose headquarters just so happen to be here in the Pacific Northwest.

Transverse Compliments

As most of you know, I love me some jazz. Almost as much as I like Oreos, or cold coffee. It just goes well with waves. Sorta soothing, you know? Anyhow, you should say fuck work for a few minutes and watch Troy Mothershead makes the most of an early April evening aboard a Gnarnia Noserider.

Art-Culture-History

This Saturday, my friend Todd Fischer, along with renowned surf journalist, Drew Kampion, and a handful of other artists, will display a variety of surf-inspired artwork at the Port Townsend Public Library. The event, which starts at six, will feature surf-related writing and photography, as well as paintings by Jesse Watson, Todd Fischer, Steven Davis, Christian Coxen and Erwin Dence, Jr. So if you're in the area, be sure to stop by and check out what looks to be an interesting event.

Oktoberfest

What a weird weekend. The forecast called for some sizable swell, little to no wind and overcast skies. Expecting it to be ugly out there, Karissa and I parked in P.A. and planned to surf somewhere along the strait and narrow come Saturday. Seemed like everyone was out there this weekend, though. Sorta like the first day of school - a lot of familiar faces, frumpy faces, friends and few new fellas.

We found something fun. Inconsistent and kinda cold, but fun. Fast forward a few hours; standing on the shore trying to decide what to do, we figured it'd be best to pack up and push on. All the way out. With enough time to surf around sunset. I picked a peak and paddled. There were lots of lefts. Surfed the Silver Spoon. Sunday morning got glassy. Four hours with a few friends, a couple of pints at Peaks and then a ferry boat back to the big city.

Tessellate

What I've been listening to lately...