Endless Session, Day 338: Surf Party
by Morgan Sliff
The water and sky swirled together in marble wisps as friend after friend made their way to the sea for a slice of the heaven that took the form of waves today. The Barahona surf team was in attendance – (with the exception of Ben Goldstein, hailing from Oceaside) myself, whirlybird master Dave Schaefer, and Jose the grand shaper himself. Sports doc Ed Scale, the healer putting my shoulder back together, decided to make an appearance as well, and with Paul Roustan of www.bumpsetsurf.com swimming in the lineup with his heavy water housing and Kris Hall permanently perched on the nose of his longboard, we might has well have brought beers and had a surf party barbecue (or maybe mimosas – it was sort of still 7:30 am).
Dave, local waterman and overall winner of the longboard division for the South Bay Boardriders, was expectedly noseriding, tailsliding, and slicing around into new-age 360’s on his performance longboard with it’s custom half-chopped-off fin. The air was nice and the water was nicer, and I finally managed to one-armed paddle into a cleanly breaking wave, and seeing the shore move past me and the clear sand bottom move under me, I forgot that it was my third week since I sprained my shoulder.
After that little wave, I couldn’t make it back out past the sets, and I took to sitting in the sand, having a moment of peace before slamming back to reality and having to pull Jose from the water and tell him that his car had gotten flayed by a kid in the parking lot.