Thursday, December 31, 2009
Saturday, December 26, 2009
LIFE TIP: GO BEYOND YOUR PAIN
Yesterday a friend of mine accidentally took me out when she was dropping into a wave and I was paddling out. Using my own advice I blocked myself with my hand to prevent a serious head injury. I got slammed into full speed and the palm of my hand and my hip took the brunt of it. Thank goodness for no blood or stitches, just a lot of bruises and pain. I tried to surf more but, I couldn't hold onto my board or push up.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
SURFING TIP: Never Turn Your Back On The Ocean
Here is one of the first and most important surfing tips everyone should know:
Monday, December 14, 2009
SURF ADVENTURE: Peru part 2
After all the supplies were loaded in the back of the truck and the trailer was packed with building supplies, cans of gas, drinking water and whatever else did not fit in the truck bed we headed off for the first part of our expedition to Punta Tur.
Due to the fact that my Spanish is only O.K., I was never sure what was going to happen next. I got more and more comfortable in the unknown and just relaxing into the moment. From what I had understood we would be sleeping on the beach out in the elements and only have snacks to eat due to having nothing to cook food on. I also thought we would be driving through the desert for several hours to end up on some secluded beach in the middle of nowhere. After stopping in one of the neighboring towns and picking up a few more passengers, one in the cab with us and two in the back, we headed down to the beach.
In fact we drove right down on to the sand and after weaving between the crowds of people and squeezing between the pilings of the pier we opened it up and drove right along the waters edge at about 60 mph (or however many kilometers that is) racing the tide, for this area is only accessible by driving along the beach and you sure as hell better know your tides well or you will end up like some of the abandoned cars we saw along the way that were half buried in the surf and sand.
Well this was such a thrill, I love driving in the sand along the beach, but the better surprise was that one of the guys we picked up, nick named Cucharo, which means spoon, ended up being the chef. Wow, hear I thought we would be living on snacks and come to find out we have our own personal chef!
Squeezed between two guys in the back seat with nothing to hold on to while bouncing down the beach was quite a challenge but the drive was so amazing I soon relaxed and just took in the sights. With the ocean on one side and desolate desert as far as you can see on the other, this is like straight out of the movies. Lots of dead sea wolfs (Sea lions) and dolphins at different stages of decomposition are strewn across the beach along with bones in the sand everywhere. Apparently the fisherman out in the sea harpoon or shoot them because they eat the fish out of their nets then the swim or wash to shore and die. This is very sad and I ask the guys what can be done to prevent this from happening anymore. They said there are laws and regulations but the problem is enforcing them. We see several shipwrecks, some in the water at the shores edge and some up on the beach half buried in the sand. People live right on the beach in little hovels they have constructed out of the natural materials they have found along the shore. Where so they get fresh water? They are in the middle of nowhere?
There are fisherman that some how have driven these big open trucks filled with people up the beach or from somewhere so far away through a desert road to the coast. Some of the fishermen are on their way home but many are still on the beach or in the water. At times there would be whole families or villages, pulling in their nets, having to quickly scramble out of the way as we barreled down the beach honking warning any innocent bystanders that may be hidden from view behind one of the trucks and not see us coming. This is all in a friendly matter with everyone waving hello to each other. This is the Peruvian way.
We stopped and the chef and boys bought some bait and fish from some of the locals pulling in their nets so that we would have dinner that night since we would not arrive until after dark. Of course I knew none of this at the time. I was more interested in the Whale vertebrate up the beach that was bigger that a Volkswagen Bug! When they called me back to the truck to get going they introduced me to the local fisherman as a world champion surfer. This brought smiles to their faces. We posed for a photo and what brought a smile to my face was that I was taller than most of them! Being only a little over 5’ tall this is not common for me.
We hurried back into the truck and started racing up the beach for not only are we racing the tide the sun is just about down too. At one point the there was a ship that looked like it sailed itself right up to the shoreline and parked. Most of the native men were clothed in only little loin clothes like many of the other ones we saw driving up the beach but then there were some with nothing on at all. The guys stopped the truck and jumped out. I thought they were going to help these guys get the boat back into the water but instead they start yelling at them. This only lasted a moment then they got back in the truck and raced off. They seemed mad and I was confused so I asked them what was up. They said these guys were pirates and fishing with illegal nets raping the ocean of fish. I wonder if all the big machetes the pirates were yielding had anything to so with them getting back in the truck so fast?
The tide is getting higher and the sun is getting lower. We can see islands in the distance hiding in the haze along the horizon as the pink, gold and orange hues of the sunset reflect the last light of the day off the low hanging clouds. Suddenly the beach narrows and there is no more sand left to drive on, for the waves are splashing right up on to the rock cliffs. We stop, throw the truck into 4-wheel drive, reverse to get a little more speed built up and then rush forward and fly over the sand berm and rocks into the dunes until we find two small tire tracks hopefully leading us to the right road, if you can call it that. We are now heading inland into the desert with very little light left and barely a path to follow. Just before dark and after bouncing through the winding desert road we head back towards the coast to a view of a beautiful bay with a left hand point that breaks easily a half mile long. I am stoked and think this is our destination but they tell me this wave although very good, is much better for long boarding. Looks great to me. After passing the bay in the last of the light we head back inland. It is quite ominous heading into a darkening desert as we pass ten crosses on a hill overlooking the beach. There were five large crosses and five small. What is the story? What has happen to these people? Are the small ones representing children? Makes you kind of wonder especially after seen miles of beach with bones scattered everywhere and dead animals? I am told that we have another forty-five kilometers to go. I really do not have a concept of how long this is but I do know at 10 mph or less this will be at least another hour or so.
After stopping several times and readjusting the trailer to make sure it stays on the hitch we finally arrive at our destination, Punta Tur.
It is about eight or nine o’clock at night and there is what looks like just a few shanty like structures, more of wind blocks, made with grass mats. Greeted happily by Sol, the camp dog, and Pedro the current care taker, who looks to be in about his mid to late 60’s, we make quick introductions and start unpacking. Well I didn’t because I didn’t know where to put anything. Anxious to stretch and move around a bit, remember I was crammed in the back seat for the last several hours, I walk instantly over to the top of a little sand dune to get a view of the ocean and even though it is dark I can see the outline of the waves and the effervescent glow of the white water exploding in magical green and blue glowing bliss! Wow! Look at this surf! Even at night you can see what a perfect set up for surfing this is. The waves have to be hollow and they look so fast! This is a goofy footers dream for it is a perfect left hand point. Now I see why they said the other place was a longboarding spot, it looked mushy and slow compared to this place! This is an expert only, grinding, fast hollow-barrels type of break!
The next surprise is that there is a trailer with two sets of bunks for us to sleep in! This is a good thing because it is very windy out here and the sand is blowing off the tops of the dunes at about 2 feet high. I see Pedro and Jose, one of the men who came with us, walk down towards the ocean with a couple of big white buckets so I follow them to see what they are up to. They set the buckets down next to the rocks and start cleaning fish. One is expertly scaling the fish while the other is just as efficiently gutting them. I held a flashlight for them to make it easier and watched in amazement at how easy they made this look but know it has taken years of experience.
By now the boys have set up the generator and lights so that they would have power to review all the videos and photos taken that day, to charge the batteries and down load the images. Although this was a necessity, I really preferred it dark because the stars were so brilliant.
The next great gift was the fisherman served us up huge portions of delicious ceviche Peruvian style! I thought this was dinner but then they served up a plate of fried fish and yucca! I was so full but then they brought out this rice pudding like dessert and hot tea that was irresistible!
After dinner we were watching more videos that Miguel shot that day when I noticed it was 11:08. I excused myself and quickly walked out into the dark desert far away from the glaring lights. It was a moonless sky being that it was a new moon and the stars were extra bright. The date today is 11-11-2009 (11) and I wanted to be out looking at the stars at 11:11:11. When I felt the time was close, I laid down in the sand next to a big pile of bones (Hard not to when they are everywhere). Just as I looked up into the sky I saw a huge shooting star! This is such a magical trip and this is only the beginning. I take the star as a sign that this excursion is blessed and going to progressively keep getting better and better. Which was proven to me in the upcoming weeks.
The energy out in this desert is super special and not like anywhere I have ever been. It has a beauty all of its own that makes you feel alive. With the night sky shinning so brightly, the glow of the waves on a perfect point, the pair of foxes that were seen running off into the distance, a full belly of fresh fish and the anticipation of a good surf session in the morning I am a very happy woman and am grateful for my good fortune!
Friday, December 11, 2009
SURF ADVENTURE: Peru Part 1
And this is exactly what we were doing down in Peru this November. This was our pilot trip and with a strong desire to share this kind of experience with others I am sure there will be many more to come. This expedition was truly the adventure of a life time and had all the elements of success. We surfed pristine virgin waves in the middle of nowhere and then traveled high into the Andes to visit ancient ruins of the Cloud People and hidden waterfalls.
After arriving in Lima we met up with Miguel, the videographer of the trip, took an 8 hour bus ride North to be picked up by Juan ( Yvo's business partner and Punta Tur Surf guide) and headed straight to Chicama, the longest left hand wave in the world, to catch the last of a dying swell before even starting the exploratory journey. The waves were only about 4'-6' (Not quite big enough to produce the mile long plus waves that this left hand point is capable of) with the direction of the swell slightly off causing some close out sections. But what can I say, we still got rides over a half of a mile long with the point section creating some very hollow barrels! There were lots of very speedy sections backing off occasionally enough to do some insane cutbacks. The currents are very strong and it is a lot easier to walk back up the beach than try to paddle back out. They were only about another half dozen surfers out there besides us so there was an abundance of waves for everybody. In fact it was so wide open we rarely even saw each other in the line-up! We surfed until dark then headed a couple more hours North arriving in the town of Chiclaymo where we had our base camp, Juan's house, late in the evening and would plan, shop and pack our supplies the following day for who knows what!
SURF STORY: The Jetty Game/Turtle Bay
It helps to be cunning and quick and pay very close attention to the ocean, the timing, and patterns of the sets. Know exactly where the best waves (or the waves that you want) are breaking by dialing in a very tight line up with your stationary landmarks.
In between one of the sets, paddle over a little deeper than the pack so that you are sitting the deepest. After a very short amount of time you will notice that many of the guys will paddle around you and all try to sit deeper thus taking them out of the take off zone. It drives them nuts thinking that a girl might be better positioned to catch a wave deeper than them. Watch the horizon closely for the first signs of the set as it starts to approach and nonchalantly paddle back into your the line-up you have chosen as the ultimate take off spot. This will put back in place for the approaching set while leaving most of the pack too deep to make the first wave or two thus giving you a better opportunity for a good wave. It is important to get one of the first waves before the pack paddles back over. Your timing must be impeccable for if you move over too soon they will move back as well and if you wait too long you too will be left too deep to make the wave. Keep doing this through out the session. You will be surprised at how well it works.
My brother Curt and I were surfing in Hawaii once looking for a fun wave to surf and ended up paddling out at Turtle Bay on the north end with a good swell pumping through. It was fairly crowded but nothing like some of the major breaks like Pipeline or Sunset. We were patiently working our way into the line-up but, after about forty five minutes still no one was letting us have a single wave, not an inside one or anything. I had been watching the waves closely and noticed that some of the bigger set waves were breaking right over this partially exposed reef deeper than where any of the guys were sitting and I knew I could catch and make the waves from there. Finally I got frustrated and told my brother "Watch this, this is why they call me Danger Woman." I'm sure he was probably thinking, oh no, what's she going to do? I was riding a 7'6" gun that was bigger than most of the boards the guys were riding giving me an advantage to get into the bigger sets earlier than they could.
In between one of the sets I paddled past the guys onto the other side or the pack right onto the edge of the boil over the rocks. I could tell they were kinda snickering and wondering what this crazy wahine was doing until I caught this big set wave that I was able to negotiate the drop, fly past them and make the wave all the way into the bay. At first they just thought I was lucky but, after continuing this for a few sets and noticing that I had my choice of any set wave all alone, a couple of the guys paddled over to try to catch some themselves. Their boards were too short so that their take-offs were steeper and right on the boil where they kept getting pitched over the falls. Or if they did make the drop, their boards didn't have enough rail for them to make it around the first suck out section where everyone else was sitting. After getting worked a few times they would paddle back over to the pack. After watching me catch wave after wave a couple of the other guys would paddle over to where I was and attempt to catch the waves from there with the same results as their friends. Soon they too would paddle back over to the pack frustrated. My brother got a lot of waves too because I would surf just pass everyone else then kick out so that he could take off and ride the rest of the wave.
I ended up getting the biggest, best set waves until it was so dark that I was forced to go in before I could no longer see where the channel to get in was. Luckily all the tiki torches on the beach (and the ancient Hawaiian Spirits) helped guide me safely to shore once again.
My First Blog
I am an accomplished surfer and surfing instructor. I have been surfing for over 33 years riding all types of surf boards from my 4'4" belly board ( I stand up surf on it) to my 10' gun. I ride anything and everything surf wise from 1' blown out slop to 30' scare the crap out of myself waves and everything in between! I started competing at age 30 after having 3 kids and competed until I was 46. I have won numerous surfing competitions including a capturing The Women's World Longboard Title in 2002, 12 national titles both for short board and longboards, the Women's Pipeline Championships for longboarding in 2005, 6 West coast titles and 1 east coast title and was inducted into the Surfing Walk of Fame in Huntington Beach, CA in July 2005.
For those who would like more information on some of my accomplishments you can check out my website www.DangerWoman.com
I have been teaching people of all ages and walks of life how to surf since 1993 and will start this blog off with one of the reasons they call me Danger Woman. There will be many more short stories with surfing lessons to come and are out of the book I am writing that will be published whenever I finish it!!!
Thanks, Kim