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It was weird, but not that uncommon.
I've seen my share of dense fogs. But having said that, it was still noteworthy, when a fog that thick comes rolling in. It was funny hearing some of the beginners freaking, and hearing the tourists in the shorebreak calling out for each other as well. What wasn't funny was, having some young beginner in a purple wetsuit run me over. In fact, he didn't just run me over. He actually shot his board at me and hit me square in the rib cage. I'm still sore today. I remember looking at him as he panicked and shot his board at me. He was horrified and truly sorry.
I forgave him and his purple wetsuit.
He had just moments before, almost ruined a good little tube that I managed to pull into, and out of. I was riding along on a nice hollow section, setting up for a little cover up, when I noticed this kid in a purple wetsuit paddling for all he was worth out on the shoulder. Normally, I would expect for the alleged perpetrators to come to their senses and back off once they spotted me. Therefore, I rarely raise my voice nowadays. But this kid, was determined, to catch the wave that I was already on. With a look of pure incredulous disbelief, I gave a little "Hey hey" out to the perp. It wasn't loud and it was not forceful. He saw me, and then, and only then, did he back off.
Of course, the very next wave he was on, he speared me in the ribs. But you guys would of been proud of me. I took it all in stride and shook it off.
back to the fog for a moment.
surf was decent size about head high and totally glassy that day. I surfed
for about two hours when I decided to head in. I had no idea where I was,
as I proned towards the shore. I entered the water at 10th street, but
thought I might be as far down as 16th street, or as far up as 6th street.
I simply had no idea. When I hit the sand I was completely blown away
at what I saw. There in the sand were my foot prints and hand prints where
I had stretched just two hours prior. I mean, I had literally stepped
back into my own footprints!
In fact, when I came in, I asked one startled surf Mom if she knew what Town I was in.
So this was the 100th year anniversary for Hampton Beach. 1907-2007. One hundred years of beach activities and other beach like events. It was going to be an eventful fireworks display. We (our surf family community) were all excited about seeing the Fireworks this year. Well that's not entirely true. Only some of us were excited. Some of the teenagers are starting to wane in the "Ooh and ahhh" department. As with several of the adults. In fact, there was some teeth pulling to get the train moving out of the barbecue cookout mode and down to the main beach.
When we finally did get moving, the rain was really taking it's toll. Those that really didn't want to go in the first place, were starting to groan a little louder. While those, who had not given up on the tradition of watching Fireworks on the 4th, were starting to dampen with negativity. I must admit, I too felt a little silly. I was wet and not really up for it. However, I was not about to let a few raindrops ruin the experience for some of the younger kids.
So I rallied the troops and kept their spirits high.
Unfortunately, unbeknownst to any of us, the Fireworks had already been canceled some three hours earlier, due to the rain and then by a fire at the beach. We had no way of knowing this. So we trudged on down to our favorite spot on the rocks to watch the fireworks. It was pouring rain by then.
we saw some fireworks...but they were the amateur kind that you buy
at the local Fireworks shops. Not exactly what you'd expect for the
100th anniversary. By the time we found out the Fireworks had
been canceled, we were all soaked. The group eventually trickled back
to our vehicles. The last ones standing there were myself and Mags.
We stood there in the rain. Blinking. Looking at the horizon on the
beach. Waiting and waiting for the first one to go off so we could call
back the troops who had deserted us.
my friends...Surfing heals all wounds....
1977 Tim Polychronis sliding home at the Wall.
2007 Parting Shot...Kids Playing Near the Water's Edge....
Kids being kids in Hawaii. Shot number 1
Photo by Bernie Baker
(Above) That rock looks slippery. But these kids are having a blast. Shot number 2 Photo by Bernie Baker
(Above) The kid in the middle is getting shacked! Shot number 3 Photo by Bernie Baker
(Above) Can you hear the laughter? Kids in Hawaii. Shot number 4 Photo by Bernie Baker