The rites have been performed, the gods appeased. The ceremony is complete. The boat is now mine. And her name is Further. I actually declared her name when I announced my purchase back in November. But the cold weather prevented the local graphics folks here in Annapolis from doing the work until just this past Tuesday. And once they applied the actual vinyl, protocol demanded keeping the name under wraps until a proper renaming ceremony could be performed. That meant…
A bunch of different threads in this post today, the result of a bunch of different threads “runnin’ around the ol’ Duder’s head” the past few weeks. So bear with me while I talk through things out loud. Hey, it’s cheaper than therapy, although a lot less effective, I’ll grant you (and probably not very interesting to you). So, a month ago I wrote about how I’d thought about spending the summer when I was 26 at the surf break…
It took me a few years to get to Puerto Escondido. It took a few days longer to get into the surf at Playa Zicatela, aka: the Mexican Pipeline. I spent the first few days after my arrival surfing the waves at La Punta, a point break at the south end of Playa Zicatela. The irony was thick: instead of a hollow beach break right, I was surfing a mushy point break left. On top of that, the break was…