steve shearer wrote:Hadn't surfed for 3 weeks due to the flood rain and a fcuked lower back that just wouldn't settle.
These chronic low back episodes are freaking depressing but Sat had clean lines and the lightest offshore breeze with a whiff of the seasonal change in it.
Just a real classic looking morning and you know that blue water is going to feel so good. Once you got that warm blue water in your bloodstream you can't turn your back on it.
I took the kids to play on the beach for a while and watched the swell muscle up as the tide ran out. There was a good strong left off the north end of the beach. No-one out. Packed on the points. Deservedly so. Anyone throwing themselves into that maelstrom got what they deserved. Anyway you slice it a working mans crowd on a Saturday morning should be given space. Natural law demands it. Some poor bastard whose been pounding nails, laying drywall or fixing shitters deserves an even break on a Sat morning when the surf is pumping.
Took the kids home and loaded the van with three boards. A 6'3" roundtail quad, 6'9" roundpin thruster and 7'1" 2+1 transition era mini-mal (Hi Iggy!). I was thinking the left and if not trying to find an inside corner or outside break that might be slipping under the radar of a hungry Sat morning pack.
I spent ages on the jump-off rock for the left as the tide drained and the swell built. Then got smashed back to the beach trying to broach the sandbar. Not even close.
Had another try off the beach and again couldn't get out. There were 3 layers of shallow sandbank and I didn't have the fitness to bust through.
Went back to the point. There was a club conny on and a million people out. Fully attended as Greenough calls it. No vacancies. I saw an old local bloke and he said sit wide on a bigger board and pick off the sets. That sounded like a strategy, although it just looked a bit undersized to really make that work. Took the 6'9" out and felt weak as a foal. Paddling fitness is a bitch when you lose it. Pointbreak surfing is more than anything paddling. Paddling and positioning. MP proved that.
Somehow the vibe in the water was friendly. Joyful even.
That's infectious. Reciprocity and kin relations. The only universal moral laws found across all cultures.
Do unto others as they would do unto you, Love thy neighbour as thy self, Give a wave, share a smile, make a friend etc etc etc.
On the back peak a guy I surf with called me into a prime set wave. It was his. And he gave it to me. Just called me into it and gave it away.
You only need one six foot set wave to make the day. Cheers John.
And for those wondering, there were a few 6footers but not many.
Back in the garden the lizard was gobbling stink bugs from the citrus. I saw something out of the corner of my eye, some flash of iridescent emerald green sailing in the breeze. It looked like a hummingbird but it was a large butterfly.
Richmond birdwing. I felt a surge of adrenalin stronger than any since Tahiti. The endangered Richmond birdwing. I'd never seen one in the wild, despite twenty years of looking in the coastal rainforests of Broken Head and the uplands along the Main arm plateau.
You can't imagine how beautiful and beguiling to see these emeraldic flashes as the butterfly wafts and sails through the shafts of strong late summer light in the copse of vines and trees.
Man has eliminated the Richmond birdwing from SEQLD, where it used to sail in the streets of Brisbane and replaced it with servos and fast food chains.
It may survive in small pockets of rainforest in NENSW, or it may not.
IN the future man will survive with his dogs and cats and the memory of the birdwing and the sumatran tiger will seem as quaint as steam engines and floppy discs.
Urban man won't understand the thrill of seeing a butterfly in the wild, preferring the pleasures of flatpacked furniture and asian restuarants. IN other words, culture is replacing nature, where the two throughout the vast history of humanity have been inextricably bound together.
That can't end well.
Sunday the swell was smaller and weak on the high tide. I checked 30 kays of east facing coastline and almost paddled out at another outside left near Cape Byron. Craig the banana farmer was keen for me to join him on the outer bar but it looked too sharky, too much hard work and about to be torn to shreds by the southerly. He's always out there.
Tuned into some opera and realised the back was OK. For the first time in weeks the teeth weren't aching. Nothing brings horror to the heart of the man of impecunious means like the dentist.
The dentist is the modern day equivalent of the victorian workhouse. The dentist spells pain to the body and pain to the net worth and cash flow. The chillun go hungry but the dentist drives his beamer and holidays in Aspen.
Muhammed Ali got it dead right : brush your teeth kids.
The seasons shifted gears this weekend. Summer isn't quite done, more hot days will ripen the fruit on the vine but the cool breath of autumn can be felt in the pre-dawn light.
Damm fine weekend.