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| 08/20/09 Burbo and I got desperate for a session and were surprised by a nice little groundswell on Sunday afternoon. It was probably the remains of the tropical storm that petered out. Whatever it was, it provided a nice little warm-up for what’s ahead. We rode waist to chest mushburgers at my usual spot; it was a gas to pry him away from Folly and host Burbo on one of his rare surfing excursions over on the East side. He admitted it was like surfing in a whole new town. Sheer profundity. I probably don’t have to tell you about what’s on tap for the next few days, but I’m so jacked about it, I’m doing it anyway. Hurricane Bill is one of those scenarios we live for — a Cat. 4 storm that is predicted to stay out to sea — great for surfers and homeowners alike. After living through Hugo, I must admit that I get pretty nervous during hurricane season. I’m pretty sure that if we get wiped out again, like we did from Hugo, Mrs. Blog will throw in the towel and I will wander the wreckage confused and alone. So, Bill, you beauty you, stay right out at sea and churn your heart out. I’m thinking that Friday and Saturday will be the optimum days for swell size. The tide is high somewhere around midmorning or early evening the rest of this week, so you should be able to hit a dawn patrol and an after-work session on both Thursday and Friday. Wind predictions are calling for a moderate wind out of the south, so I’m betting it will be somewhat choppy and closing out with some rideable sections. The swell should begin to back off by Saturday night, and Sunday should still have some residual size. Sunday is predicted to have light offshore winds, and the size will be down, but the shape might be ideal. Hit it early Saturday and Sunday to avoid the sea breeze. I also anticipate a lot of water moving around on the inside, so it’s really no place for beginners or swimmers. But you know they will be out there, so keep an eye peeled. A lot of people visiting here have no idea how dangerous the currents are. All in all, I hope you have been eating your Wheaties. Now, if you want to attain hero status, load up your boards and head to the Outer Banks. OBX is where the real deal is going to go down. I wouldn’t be surprised if it got double-overhead or bigger (triple?!) there. Plus, you can catch the swell coming and going on the south and north sides of the Cape. I, for one, am quite content to stay right here and take what we’re given. I’m so excited, I’ll probably put new wax on my longboard. Shoot, I might even take the shortboard down and wax it up. I might even go so far as to take it to the beach and ride it. Poor Mrs. Blog. At least English Premiership Football is on the satellite and she can hurl epithets at the opposition while I’m away engaged in brinier pursuits. The one damper is that I’ve gotten a cold from Blogson1. The rat had one when he came home from school and now I’ve got it. One thing that I’m wondering about is this — why is it called a cold when you can catch one in the summer? I’m really not very cold right now. It’s more like miserable. So why don’t we say that you’ve caught a miserable? I normally just ride these things out, but in light of the paragraphs above, I went to the drug store and bought some decongestants to see if I can patch myself up enough to surf. Man, they make you jump through some hoops to buy that stuff now. The whole meth lab thing is a plague, so I get it. It reminds me, though, of the stupid shoe bomber. Just because that one deranged jihadist in need of a little personal grooming tried to light his explosive shoes on a plane WITH MATCHES, everyone in the entire world has to take off their shoes now. So here we are, years later, standing around barefoot on the airport floor with every funky foot fungus from god-knows-where. EEEWWW. That, my friends, is terror. So anyway, I hope I can beat this cold enough to surf. It’s a real pisser, though. I’m healthy as a horse for knee-high mush all summer, and we get a chance at some real surf and I’m hacking. Do me a favor — if you’re out in the lineup and you see this big floating glob of phlegm, paddle over and see if I’m stuck to the bottom of it. |
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