Failed fire attempt last week at Shortys. It was 20 degrees or so, and wood was wet/frosty. Basically no chance this was going to happen, but we had to try.
Even on the worst days at Shorty’s, days like yesterday when we paddle for 45 minutes and can’t get to the outside due to terrible swell conditions, it still seems worth the trip to that beach just to take time to walk in the lush green splendor of misty Doug Firs.
Yesterday was Darren’s birthday. We decided last minute to surf. It’s been nearly a year since I’ve surfed with Darren, more than likely because his daughter Violet was born almost a year ago. His priorities have shifted, and we almost never make it to the ocean together. But it was good to get out with him once, even if conditions at Shorty’s were sub-par, and the cove at Seaside was packed with hostile locals that kind of ruined the day.
At some point, I realized that since D turned 29 yesterday, we’ve been friends now for 10 years. We met the during the winter a decade ago at MHM, back when we both worked in lift-ops for a season pass. Much has changed, but some things haven’t.
D is a genius: cold days changing in and out of wetsuits are made bearable by the Snuggie
Pano I shot on the trail to Shorty’s last week on one of the best surf days this fall