Friday, October 06, 2006
Capt'n's Log

Subject: Swami's
I finally went on a scout mission to world-famous Swami's. New Werkplatz is closer to it, and they stuck me with a 4-hour break between clients.
What could I do but drive west through Carmel Valley and north up the Pacific Coast Highway?
The scenery all along that route is a 10 out of 10, so that alone would have been enough. Being The Capt'n, though, I had to obsessively check the surf, but everywhere I looked was small and blown out. Solana Beach, Del Mar, south Encinitas...nothing looked worth it. Nothing to do but continue on up the PCH. Which is when I got the idea about Swami's.
I'd been there before, sure, but only to watch or walk along the beach, and that was years ago.
The idea of surfing such a well-known and thus always crowded place, dangerous when big because it breaks on shallow reef, is actually unappealing to me. But this day was small, windless in this one place, and nobody was out. A perfect oppurtunity to push through my nervousness, go down the 137 stairs, and end up having a cute little time.
I mean the 189 steps with your stone pony of your shoulder? why you gotta kill me like that.
I'm sending you some super studly pictures of you on the beach
I'll call you 50 times today alone
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3 Comments:
Capt'n your dedication is boundless and beautiful
I mean the 189 steps with your stone pony of your shoulder? why you gotta kill me like that.
I'm sending you some super studly pictures of you on the beach
I'll call you 50 times today alone
By 10:25 AM
, atGoing down was easy, girl, but going up with that stone pony, I was panting by the end. In a wetsuit, hair like Jack Torrance in The Shining, with smeary white sunblock on my face, panting...now that's super studly.
By The Capt'n, at 9:09 AM
Of course, I can't really claim Swami's if I've only gone once, and on a small day.
By The Capt'n, at 2:36 PM
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