062: half moon bay

Posted on May 24, 2009
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ironic that the smallest surf I’ve had since moving here was at Half Moon Bay, within sight of Mavericks. ocean beach is blown out. grey, windy, day. kites are on it. really want to surf. roll the dice, head to the jetty. small and weak at about knee to waist high, but clean. reminds me of spring on the east coast. would be good to have a fish to ride. lots of longboarders here, aggressive ones at that.

light mist falling, masts clinking in the harbor, the radar dome on the hill out on the point white against the grey. a group of people out in the trailer park act as if it is summer weather. sturdy folk. or drunk. or both. nearby there is a native american family with a fire going, all of them wrapped in patterned blankets. further down, a marching band plays happy birthday. there is community here. ragtag, but a community. you don’t get full time transients like this back east. it just gets too cold.