Check out my TATTOO page for a series of photos of a large cover-up, in progress.

Check out some special deals on my boards at Surfindian. Stop in and talk to Chris and pick one up for Christmas.
The board in the rack here at the Sacred Craft Expo ’08 is one I made for Happy Tom of Turbo Negro. He has been unable to get it to his place in Costa Rica due to airline restrictions on length and so has decided to part with it. It is available through Chris at Surfindian in Pacific Beach. It’s a round pin noserider with Sam Cody color work. Very lightly used and in good shape.
Well I’m back in Kentucky and looking forward to seeing my boards from this past trip completed by the uncommonly skilled craftsmen at Channin Precision Fiberglassing. It’s such a pleasure and honor to have my boards built by the crew there.
Boards for this trip include
7’0″ morning of the earth type single fin diamond tail, eggplant tint, yellow glass on and pins for Joe (thanks very much Joe)
8’4″ HPH double red cedar stringers, volan, beautiful deco keels made by Rick at Mitsven for Takashi (arigato!)
two 9’6″ gliders. One for Jay at slidermag.com, grey tint, and one for Paula, lovely deep turquoise (thanks to both of you)
11’1″ glider, triple red cedar stringer, purple tint for Takashi (domo arigato)
Hopefully I’ll get some photos before they all go away.
Look carefully (these are phone pictures, sorry) and you will see guys getting covered up on both sides of this peak. All of this of course is gone for now with Ida having come through. Actually, in the words of a nice local bookseller, “it hasn’t disappeared, it’s just not on your property any longer.” They don’t say erosion here. The word is “migration”.
Another stupid fun session. This time right out front of our cottage in Avon. Saw this peak this morning at high tide and figured I’d wait for low. SCOOOOOORE! as the soccer guys say. After years of San Diego crowds it’s hard to fully wrap your brain around miles of beaches with nobody on them.
I paddled out and caught a couple before one local guy pulled up in his truck (you can drive along the beach here) watched a wave and paddled out. Frankly I was glad for the company. People seem to be a little sketched about dusk in the water here, although no one says the S word. Shoulder to head high, water high 60’s, air 50’s. Like I’d died and gone to heaven. Definitely heavier than the reef breaks I so love in San Diego.