Josh Warthen is still chasing his dream on the greens but has recently got back in the water to reinvigorate his other pastime. Now in the midst of the digital age, kids may not be familiar with his classic VHS bodyboarding flick Adolescense that came out over 10 years ago. During this particular session the dude had a permanent grin on his face and we were stoked to end our hangover in good company.
The fading swell called for a change of scenery over to the old reliable Black Joe sandbar. A sand point had formed up from the previous week and we got to surf her 3 days in a row. Cale stamped his ticket the 2nd day and was up to his usual tricks on the sweeping righthanders.
It was tough to link up with Hellmore now with Baby #2 on the way. The midday naptime session became the only possibility on the table and after the offshores subsided we found ourselves licking our wounds at onshore, inside left Pismo. The guy still knows how to make shitty waves look good as evidenced here in our Day 8 frame.
Roldy’s been having a tough hangover. His week has been filled with the likes of crankshaft pulleys, shot battery terminals, seized bolts, and broken radiator bands. We reckon this is what Santa would look like a week into a tough holiday hangover, facial expression and all. Hopefully Red Dog’s luck turns around before the end of our stay.
This local baby seal has been showing up every year around the holidays and improving his game. The barrel to reverse air he threw the other day would have broke National Geographic’s web servers had we filmed it in time. Here he is pulling in deep during this holiday season.
We filmed Pismo for a bit today but it wasn’t really happening. The wind finally switched back to its trusty NW direction making it hard to deliver. We threw it back to Thanksgiving and this coverup from the local Giraffe Kid.
Today was one of those days where you knew somewhere else was better. Straight offshore and plenty of lingering swell still in the water we somehow settled back on Pismo. The old faithful has its moments but tonight wasn’t really one of them. A sighting from Burkard and Clay was a nice consolation. Here’s Willie with a quick little RB hit to get the blood flowing for today’s frame.
24 hours and some stiff Santa Lucias allowed the ocean to groom herself from yesterdays chaos to todays feast. When we rocked up to Frankie’s barrel to revo we knew it was game on. Pretty much the area’s entire boogie crew made it out for the session to sample some wedgy peaks. Suicide Joe swung into a few right on the rocks and earned himself the daily frame with this emerald gem. Looking forward to what tomorrow brings!
On the first day of hangover my true love gave to me….a throaty doubleup? Yup, here’s Louie rounding third and heading for home on a dredger that bounced off an old faithful pile of rocks on the first day of our annual holiday pilgrimage to Pismo. A camera flash malfunction killed most of the media from this session but this sequence was spared. Glad this worked out or else we would have had little to show for our efforts except for this really cool pic of Willie on his ebike prior to the session. Roldan might have to invest in one too after his battles with the old Toyoter today.
We spent our mini spring break up in Pismo this year. Long gone are the days when we ran amok for Pomeroy Avenue’s offical post-hibernation grand awakening, scoring underage beverages from Big Mike at Pismo Liquor and looking to make it past 2nd base with some Bako thoroughbred in the Pancho’s alley. Yup, this time around we sipped wine with Heinous Chanus at Marisol, checked in on business happenings with Miller at the 861 Groupe, and discussed farming methods with Wonka and Co. on Goofyfoot Lane. We felt compelled to hammer home even further our yuppie status in our latest feature courtesy of Tablas Creek’s Darren Delmore, pairing a few spring break waves from our trip home with some of his favorite grapejuice recommendations.
2003 Burge Family Olive Hill Syrah/Grenache/Mourvédre Barossa Valley.
I have emotions tied down to this property in the southern of the Barossa, and will always consider old Rick Burge the alchemist of this land in Lyndoch. Rich but refreshing, with tar, beef and bright berry flavor.
2012 Chateau de Pibarnon Bandol Rosé
Hanus Chanus has put on a good twenty pounds courtesy of this pink, addictive grapefruit juice alternative. From the coastal rock and scrub of Bandol near the home of the Cannes Film Festival, where the new documentary “Elk Lips and Blood on the Synth: the story of Asthmatic Giant” will screen later this year.
2012 L’Ortolan Roussanne Columbia Valley.
Jesse from Fausse Piste makes wines in a dysfunctional store room in the back of his restaurant in Portland. This rich white smelled like honey and struck matches on night one, and opened wide into flowers, apples, and honeysuckle three nights afterward.
2010 Thibault Liger-Belair Bourgogne Rouge
Took this thing to Ember in Arroyo Grande, for its admirable way of giving up some fruit and acid but not stealing the stage. The winemaker is a young master taking over the reins for his old man in Burgundy, and even cash strapped, non-noble Americans like me can drink such French royalty for $26 a bottle.