Sick of Talk

Not a lot of surf talk lately, mainly, because there is not a lot to talk about. A typical summer for south Jersey: swell here and there with crowds everywhere. Surf messageboards are getting almost unreadable feature a host of self-proclaimed know-it-alls and posuers just waiting to use their keyboard to school someone of the dynamics of their special board or how they found a secret spot for themselves to flail around at while everyone else fights the crowds. It's seems like the people with the least amount of information to offer are the ones doing the most typing.

As things start to wind down into fall, it'll be good to strip all of this nonsense away and get back to normal. Tyler Warren could surf on a garbage can lid if you asked him to and could teach these keyboard clowns a thing or two about shutting the fuck up and just surfing.

Break the Chain

Went to surf a favorite break of mine the other day, only to find this on the gate. Not like I couldn't climb it, or go to another entrance way north or south, but it was just weird.

Mindless

You never know what you're going to find in sleepy ol' Strathmere or Whale Beach. In the past week I've spied a lot of interesting stuff, but I will start with the most bizarre item. I realize we're in the age where people ride everything in the water, but to drag a box spring to the beach to ride or dump is so stupid. When you factor in the million dollar, beachfront homes around this spot, it is absolutely infuriating. A lot easier to just dump off on someone else than to pay your five bucks and haul it to the dump. The only part that makes me smile is that it looks as if someone used the $15, CVS special, boogie board as a pillow. Maybe it was just a latenight camp out?
A few blocks down, my wife snagged this picture of me trimming down the line on a tiny peeler, opting for my Ricky Schroeder Special (Bing Silver Spoon) rather than paddling out on the box spring. Notice the butterfly going left.

Three or Nothing

Three legends of Ocean City: