Jon and Ryan
Today marked the biggest day of the week on my Google Calendar, the culmination of 1 and half years of surf.
Our 1st California State Beach Annual Pass expired this weekend.
And on this special occasion the motley crew decided to showcase our growth over the years at the Big San O, California's own Waikiki.

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My anticipation had me up at 5AM today for the 6:45AM pickup. Jon realized my excitement and had me drive to his house.
Ryan arrived at 7AM. The crew worked quickly on getting boards stacked up on the runner. Jon had some serious navy tactical “S shaped” knots on the boards.
We headed out for our big day, exchanging eager conversations and stories. A complete rosary provided much needed comfort and confidence on the way up.
The wind passing thru the board bags made the uninvited whistling noise, this ghostly sound more irritating than the ear straining open-window helicopter. What is worse is that the sound from the wind causes the passengers to worry about foam torpedoes shooting from our humvee.
Jon peered his head out to view the boards, ala Iraqi Humvee Recon Team – all he need was a rifle around his shoulder as he stuck out half his body thru the window to view the boards.
“They shifted, pull over”. 10 Minute delay on the clock as the crew switched out tie downs and secured the torpedoes above.
Ryan arrived at 7AM. The crew worked quickly on getting boards stacked up on the runner. Jon had some serious navy tactical “S shaped” knots on the boards.
We headed out for our big day, exchanging eager conversations and stories. A complete rosary provided much needed comfort and confidence on the way up.
The wind passing thru the board bags made the uninvited whistling noise, this ghostly sound more irritating than the ear straining open-window helicopter. What is worse is that the sound from the wind causes the passengers to worry about foam torpedoes shooting from our humvee.
Jon peered his head out to view the boards, ala Iraqi Humvee Recon Team – all he need was a rifle around his shoulder as he stuck out half his body thru the window to view the boards.
“They shifted, pull over”. 10 Minute delay on the clock as the crew switched out tie downs and secured the torpedoes above.
A few more laughs on the 5S and we found that we had arrived.
Long lines and slow rolling waves. "So this is Waikiki", I said to myself.
I forgot to replace my leash before the big day.
Bone head solution, "Oh I know, I'll just tie the lesh in a knot around my ankle". Not true.
Jon and Ryan were out to the line in a dash.
Jon's getting waves in on his second day. His big concern is getting the paddling down, and paddle he did. We went out to Hermosa to get his board repaired and he said his back and arms were sore.
Why, well because of the picture below:

The 3 of us were in between 2 swells. Never in the middle of the line. It was way to crowded in those spots. So we hung out at the end and paddled around until our golden ticket came.
Honestly, I was scared to have no leash. When I finally got the guts to paddle to the line, I said to myself, "It's going to be worth it". Wrong again.
Jon and Ryan were beside me when I decided to paddle to the line, I am certain they saw the next event:
1. Wait at line
2. Line up with wave
3. Nose dive
4. Pop up and laugh at myself
5. Realize no one else is laughing
6. Paddle back to friends and admit defeat
7. Say to self, "Welcome to San O B*tch"
8. Sit around a bit, paddle away from everyone, and hope everyone forgets what happened.
Opening wave goes out to Ryan again. He caught a clean wave, with no corner this time, drop from the top! Ryan put out the cleanest pop up I have ever seen this pass year, turning the board left onto the face of the wave. Ryan's on the face now a days, this was following up his opening wave at El Porto earlier this week. I was next to him (on the left, sorry about that) when it happened and sure I yelled out in excitement.
Long lines and slow rolling waves. "So this is Waikiki", I said to myself.
I forgot to replace my leash before the big day.
Bone head solution, "Oh I know, I'll just tie the lesh in a knot around my ankle". Not true.
Jon and Ryan were out to the line in a dash.
Jon's getting waves in on his second day. His big concern is getting the paddling down, and paddle he did. We went out to Hermosa to get his board repaired and he said his back and arms were sore.
Why, well because of the picture below:
The 3 of us were in between 2 swells. Never in the middle of the line. It was way to crowded in those spots. So we hung out at the end and paddled around until our golden ticket came.
Honestly, I was scared to have no leash. When I finally got the guts to paddle to the line, I said to myself, "It's going to be worth it". Wrong again.
Jon and Ryan were beside me when I decided to paddle to the line, I am certain they saw the next event:
1. Wait at line
2. Line up with wave
3. Nose dive
4. Pop up and laugh at myself
5. Realize no one else is laughing
6. Paddle back to friends and admit defeat
7. Say to self, "Welcome to San O B*tch"
8. Sit around a bit, paddle away from everyone, and hope everyone forgets what happened.
Opening wave goes out to Ryan again. He caught a clean wave, with no corner this time, drop from the top! Ryan put out the cleanest pop up I have ever seen this pass year, turning the board left onto the face of the wave. Ryan's on the face now a days, this was following up his opening wave at El Porto earlier this week. I was next to him (on the left, sorry about that) when it happened and sure I yelled out in excitement.