Skunked!

I've only been skunked twice since I started surfing. The first time was one of those winter days Oregon is famous for, when the sea resembles the heavy duty cycle of your Maytag. The second time was the complete oposite. Tonight the waves were so small that a surfing skunk would have complained that there wasn't enough power in the swell to propell his tiny black-and-white striped longboard. Even his stinkiness would have been skunked.


At least I'll be in Mexico in two days, as Slim says, "Riding a 12-foot log with a margarita in one hand." Correction. I'll be riding a fish with a Bloody Mary in my craw because I'll have to roll out of bed early and out the door to Old Man's in order to beat the crowd. If I'm reading the reports right, it looks like I'll be expecting 2-4 foot swell with a whopping 18-second interval. That's more like it. I hope to send dispatches from down South, but if not... hasta luego!



Clap Your Hands Say Yeah - "The Skin of My Yellow Country Teeth"