40 out of 41 weeks of surfable waves.
"Ralph you're killing us!" This was from
ESM Editor Nick McGregor late last Summer. It was at that
point, 25 weeks worth of surfable waves. I'd hate to think
what Nick thinks about the latest tally. 40 out of 41
weeks. It's almost hard to say it out loud. Let alone write it
down. I left New England
on Tuesday, November 24th, to travel to Virginia
for Thanksgiving. Before I left, I shot a few waves. And
what I saw before I left was, head high and better surf. I met
up with Ed O'Connell before my trip, and he was getting
ready to shoot. Those photos appear below. Then Ed shot
again on Thanksgiving morning. Judging by what I saw from
Ed, the swell continued well after we left.
My family, along with a few others, who left the area for Thanksgiving
, were the sacrificial lambs
for this latest swell. You're welcome.
I was able to check email on the slow as molasses dial-up at "Grammy's"
and I knew you guys
were getting a little bit of swell. And honestly, I was cool with
not being there. Just the thought that some of you were scoring
waves, was enough satisfaction for me. Besides, I had already
made the trailer to my new Movie the RUN and was claiming
the 40 out of 41 weeks. I took a gamble and it paid off.
The big question is...will there be a 41 out of 42 weeks? I have
not looked at the forecasts just yet. It has almost gotten to
the point, where I am so certain that there will be something,
that I just halfway expect for the surf to show up sometime between
Sunday to Sunday of each week.
How crazy is that? We are pretty damn lucky to be able to say
This Thanksgiving has been pretty special. I don't know
how many of you actually give Thanks to things like consistent
waves, but you should have. I guess it would sound odd at a Thanksgiving
Grace before family and friends..."And Lord, I especially
want to Give Thanks for the incredible run
of surf we've had as of late..." I can just see the eyes
of family members looking over at you.
What did he just say?
If you're like me, your family already knows about your obsession
with surf. So they wouldn't be the least bit surprised to hear
you throw that little line in. Besides, it's worthy of saying
"Thank You for the Incredible Run of Surf Lord. And not to
sound too greedy Lord, but could you
keep it going...you know...just a swell every week...? Thank you
Speaking of driving to Virginia. It's a long 11 hour
drive. In that time, you can think about a lot of stuff. And you
can listen to a lot of music. It's sort of a semi intense drive.
Rte 81 can be pretty scary. Those 18 wheelers own
the road. And they make no qualms about letting you know it. They
switch lanes at a moments notice. My wife always grabs the handles
on our vehicle when we approach the rumbling massive Tractor Trailers.
Not that holding a handle would save her or us. The only way to
drive Rte 81 is to be cautiously aggressive. If such a thing exists.
I've seen some hairball accidents on Rte 81 over the years.
And I am driving a precious cargo. Our children. Granted they
are all older now, and they typically "go under" with
their headphones/I-pods the second we hit the Highway, but they
are still my responsibility. My late father-in-law used to get
so worried about us driving down. I made a promise to him that
I would get them there and back without any problems. And I did
But the long drive is fodder for my active imagination.
While my wife stays awake for the most part, every now and then,
she drifts off and I am left alone.
I'm fine with that. I can focus more on the issue at hand. Being
safe yet quick. As I was driving back from VA yesterday,
I was thinking about how the future will be in Satellite Radio.
I bet anything, that in the future, you will be able to say whatever
song or artist you want to hear, and they will play a library
of those songs from that particular artist.
I mean think about it.
For instance, as you fly along on a newly paved highway, in a
sleek new solar vehicle, you simply
say "Jimi Hendrix" and a station that has ALL
Hendrix starts to play all Jimi. Or whatever artist
you choose. 50cent to Cold Play, to QWILL. Just say the
artist, and it starts playing. You know damn well that it's coming.
Voice Control Radio. VCR. Hey I wonder if I should
market this now? What do you think? Any investors want in? VCR
Inc. Voice Controlled Radio. You know it sounds cool.
And you know that someday it will happen. And you heard it here
first folks. Right here on Ralph's Pic Of The Week.
As I was driving back on Rte 81 yesterday, something caught
my eye .
surfboard on top of a vehicle. Now why is that a big deal you
ask? It's not really. Lord knows we see enough boards on vehicles.
It's just that being that far from the coast and seeing a vehicle
with boards on the roof made me look to see if I knew them. Or
maybe it triggered something deep in my soul. Back in the days
of old (the 60's-70's), we actually would get excited if
you saw a vehicle go by with Surfboards on the roof. We were a
new tribe back then. And any new Tribesman or Tribeswoman,
who went by with a surfboard on top of their car, was reason
enough to honk, hoot,
or give some kind of hand gesture, or all of the above.
These days, we tend to look away at strangers with boards. We
don't want to see anymore surfers. Most of you have had it with
the overpopulation of surfing. I know the feeling. But for one
fleeting moment yesterday when that vehicle went by with boards
on top, I strained to see who was driving.
It was some guy with glasses. He was more intent on driving his
vehicle thru the hell run of Rte 81
and did not notice me. Just as well. I had no symbols, or boards
on my vehicle, to show that we
are part of the this large tribe of North American Surfers.
He never looked up. And I did not recognize him.
Although I tried to imagine who he was, and where he was going,
or where he was coming from. My imagination was running amuck.
Maybe he was a Jersey guy. Or a New York guy. Or
maybe, he was from New England. We were both driving too
fast when we passed each other to see each other's plates. Maybe
he was heading home to a late Thanksgiving, having missed
dinner, due to the new swell.
I smiled at that thought.
How many times over the years had I missed big Holidays at my
family gatherings due to surf? Too many to count. My late parents
would both give me that look, when I'd show up late for some important
holiday or family function. Hair still wet. Water in my sinuses,
dripping out of my nose when I bent over. Someone always saw that.
Those days are long gone now. My parents have both since passed
on. The old house was recently sold. Besides, I have my own family
now and a bunch of teenage surfers who do the same to me. And
I love it.
Still, it's easy to get melancholy on a long drive.
I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving. I'm hoping
to get The RUN in the shops at the end of this week. The
RUN. 40 out of 41 weeks of Surf. (Sorry Nick).
for some of my weekly Global observances:
I had to laugh at the absurd breach of security this week, as
Obama's Secret Service crew allowed a Real HouseWife
Of DC wanna-be get within handshaking distance of our President.
Michaele and Tareq Salachi were NOT on the guest list,
and yet they somehow got into the dinner party,
and actually shook hands with President Obama.
Look, this is unacceptable. You can't let Bonehead Reality
TV Housewives get near our President. Damn. Look it's no secret
that I am not a big Obama fan, but I certainly don't want
to see anything happen to him. Besides, Joe Biden is next
in line. Good Lord-We MUST protect Obama at all
costs. Shoot them damn Reality Housewives Secret Service agents!
Take 'em out. Tazer their ass.
Speaking of our President. He picks up his Nobel Peace Prize
this week. Maybe he should "hock it at some pawn shop"
and give the money to someone who's unemployed. Seems like a nice
presidential gesture to me, especially at the Holidays.
So what's up with Tiger Woods? Huh? He wrecked his vehicle
at 2:30 in the morning after hitting a Fire Hydrant and
his neighbor's tree? And his wife had to use her Golf Club to
bust out a window to pull Tiger out of his wrecked Caddy?
Say what? I actually like Tiger. His dad was a Special
Forces Veteran who served many tours in Vietnam. Tiger
is the real deal. This sounds like a domestic case. And hopefully
it get's cleared up quick enough.
last week's Patriots vs Jets game was fun to watch. I
like it when we beat teams bad. Don't get me wrong I like a close
game as much as the next person, but some teams I enjoy seeing
getting beat up. The Jets are one of those teams. . And
this week our boys take on the Undefeated SAINTS on Monday
Night. It's being billed as the Brady Vs Brees shoot-out.
I know I am not alone (especially with Dolphin fans) that
I don't want the Colts or the Saints to go undefeated
much longer. Better that we beat them first. Go Patriots.
The 2010 Chris Shipley Local Surf Calendars are now in the shops.
A BIG GET WELL shout out to Linda Paugh!
And a Speedy Recovery to our dear Surf Mom Super Saint Kim Grondin.
Rest in Peace Phil Haynen lead singer
from the band The DAWGS.
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