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The trip was incredible!  Both for me and my son as surfers and for my wife and other kids as a family.  While it took a couple of days just to find the spots and get used to the roads enough for our dawn patrol routine, we scored over head waves in the 4 to 5 star range!  Added blessing the south coast turned on and it was incredibly beautiful and head high perfect a-frames.  If you're going to Barbados for the first time, pm me for some intel.

Thanks to the power of the surfing community sharing and posting about my missing board, she finally made it home!  Material things don't matter but surfboards are more than material...  Friendships we make and how we treat eachother are what makes life matter.  Thank you friends of the ocean!

Got a call last week from a guy who was feeling sorry for steeling my board!  It's coming home!  Made it all the way to Wilmington before he had a change of heart.  Super grateful that he came clean and that this work of art is coming home.  Thank you for thoughts and comments.

Hope your doing well surfnli... Where'd you end up going anyway?

Looking for any sort of intel on Barbados.  Don't get to travel much so want to make the most out of this family trip.  Staying near Maycock's Bay Feb 14-23  My son and I want to surf.  The girls want to lay on the beach and be safe.  Any experiences at Maycock's or other Barbados adventures?  Should we be bringing our pintails mid February?  Ever order a new board and have it shipped to a travel destination?  Are there plenty decent shops to get a board there?  Zeds?  Dread or dead? 

Hello all.  This board was taken from my front yard yesterday morning.  Please keep your eyes peeled for it.  Mahalos

Rider was the kook, he wasn't reading the water.  He could have dropped down around him and made the next section. 

After posting this, I got a call for an EMS response on a guy that was in the water at the coast guard dock.  Grabbed my wet wetsuit and was first on scene for what would become the saving of a life of a man in my industry who's boat had overturned in the chaos of wind against tide conditions.  The patient arrived on a coast guard boat and we medevaced him to a trauma center where his core temp had been brought back to 89 degreeson arrival and climbing.  Last report... 98.5 degrees and recouperating!  We saved a life tonight!

Reminiscing of the roping muffly warped gargle of the tube in which i was gliding thru clinging to the wall for deeper cover.... over and over!  Avery takes off behind the peak on a set wave, and finds his first interior view of the curl as well.  Such a proud daddy!   Such a stoked Daddy! Words cant describe the gratitude I have for my life these days.  But I am grateful to everyone I've ever encountered in any way and to those that paved the way to allow for this lifetime...  Tough days for the earth but god i'm proud.  Shared a moment of silence with Avery in the surf today as well, remembering the lost lives of this day in 1941.  In addition to the thousands of Navy Personnel lost, firefighters responding to the aid of the ships were lost as well.  6 of which were the only non military personnel to ever recieve the purple heart!  Indebted

I was supposed to be working in NYC but snuck off to Montauk at 3 am instead.  Scored some epic waves and came in for a break at about 10 am.  Felt like the world was ending and World War 3 had begun, as firemen that had been surfing packed it in and went to the aid of their fallen brothers.  For my wife, the news that I was in Mtk overpowered the sense of relief that I was not in NYC.  I left as if heading to work and went surfing instead...  World War 3 had begun in that house that day as my (now ex)-wife refused to join me in Mtk and I refused to head west.  Paddled back out not knowing if those would be my last waves or not.  I've grown up a lot since then.  But I'm still surfing in Mtk only now I 'm surfing with my son!  He's got the bug and there's no better thing for stoking the stoke then when your child finds his own!  Blessed are we who ride with the ocean!  May the spirits of the 343 be gliding in the waves of heaven with the love of the ancestors and the stoke of the angels.

Verizon's good to the oyster pond overlook and then out to the point and doesn't ussually come back again to about 3 miles east of the point. kinda wierd.  don't know about att but i'll ask around.

Stories of Stoke: The Aloha Room / Re: Yesterday morning...
« on: April 04, 2007, 04:10:18 PM »
Cool... thanks for reading

Stories of Stoke: The Aloha Room / Yesterday morning...
« on: April 04, 2007, 03:41:13 PM »
...was one of those mornings that will be shared with the grandchildren.
One of the very few perks of working the bay, is the copious amounts of solo time with nature... Leaving the mooring, I got this feeling, like a stomach felt moment of rememberence. Like I was really missing someone, and that they too were missing me. Maybe it was my Nana, or another love who's mortality has passed. Or maybe my old dog, or an exgirlfriend or something... I don't know, but the feeling was there, and as we rounded the point 4 Great Herons flew across our path. I gave them a silent hoot and watched them work their way north through the grey mist.
Nearing our spot, we began to slow down, while the loons popped out for a bearing and an evasive stroke or two in the right direction. As the boat came down from its plane, and the the throttle clicked into neutral, I looked toward shore and saw that the seals had taken their position on the rocks. I've been watching them for a month, and now know where and when to find them. My deckhand started setting up as I turned off the motor and listened to the sound of the hull slicing the glassy bay. He could tell I was having a moment, and was quick to appreciate the beauty of that place in time. We both stood quiet, as the boat silently drifted closer and closer to the rock that had six seals on it. Other smaller rocks to our south, had just one seal on each, lying on their backs, with their "feet" up.
It was one of those moments, where you could forget to breath. The water was grey, as was the sky, but the wind was flat, and the light fog was just enough to cause the horns of Connecticut and other distant places to sound. The magic of the scene was complimented by the calls of the innocent creatures that share our world but somehow go unnoticed. The calls of the loons from various distances, the pintails errr errr a err... the black backs argh argh argh from beside the boat, the seals were growling their extended belch-like sound, and the foghorns from near and far, all made that moment one worth writing about. All of this topped off by not one but eight Ospreys flying almost in formation, heading east! That was by far the nicest send-off to a tuff winter that I have ever encountered!

That's funny, I was thinking about him out there during the 3/17 swell.  Collin, right?
Where are ya bro, how's the transition going?

waist to occasional chest and mushy, started feeling a little better but way inconsistent as the tide dropped.  Wind was mellow, but so were the waves...
kinda left a little unsatisfied, but it was wet, and it was ridable

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