tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46150677298796432132024-02-07T04:51:04.393-08:00Blown Off ShoreLeft Coast Surfing. The Cold PartBlown Off Shorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537420687476206651noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615067729879643213.post-62172865068350194692011-02-04T18:48:00.000-08:002011-02-04T18:59:11.610-08:00The Grace<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtdGZJARSKk-GLboUtt8Qg5xF4yBW3n1mpPGdSIiYAnIo44RonBHXGamDGMBgKm7YZaXP18cb0P0L7bbDI6_n7j3fwi7BFaMLRLy6rL3QHuUHFSHrUfm8sUpP0olpPFxdnhgfyvE_enBlY/s1600/4519262439_1fa6ac156c_o_700.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtdGZJARSKk-GLboUtt8Qg5xF4yBW3n1mpPGdSIiYAnIo44RonBHXGamDGMBgKm7YZaXP18cb0P0L7bbDI6_n7j3fwi7BFaMLRLy6rL3QHuUHFSHrUfm8sUpP0olpPFxdnhgfyvE_enBlY/s400/4519262439_1fa6ac156c_o_700.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570031894787983282" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Every year it's like a switch.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The air grows thin and cold. </div><div style="text-align: center;">The leave's turn.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The wind begins to turn.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Graceful giants come marching in from afar.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Time to ride.</div>Blown Off Shorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537420687476206651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615067729879643213.post-91528567533492852922010-04-24T11:53:00.000-07:002010-04-24T13:19:18.597-07:00The Mariner<div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Ed Pitta</i></b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZkJBfne6isppnknAi1OKYQsNlWtWxOjMj185A4YB4IMW9XlK94VfVcTScI8OPYZl3TVM1YVTulHUz32hg-1GfOZgIUCKB1hNqSPEjZPCLNO12EWcLcyYGhvZX3YIZZsOeV3lD9EWTH4LC/s1600/grandpa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZkJBfne6isppnknAi1OKYQsNlWtWxOjMj185A4YB4IMW9XlK94VfVcTScI8OPYZl3TVM1YVTulHUz32hg-1GfOZgIUCKB1hNqSPEjZPCLNO12EWcLcyYGhvZX3YIZZsOeV3lD9EWTH4LC/s400/grandpa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463779600647415842" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This winter was a Time to reflect on the life I have led.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> My grandpa passed on. </div><div style="text-align: center;">He was a huge reason for who I am and always will be. </div><div style="text-align: center;">He was the one who taught me to always respect my elders. He taught me to not be afraid of the ocean. Not to back down, how to throw the perfect jab, and much more.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Life is not fair and never will be.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I never got to see him that much in my years as an adult because he lived in California and I have lived most of my life in Oregon. When I was little we spent a lot of time together. On the fishing boat, out with friends and just hanging out. He was always a fair person and always gave everyone a fair chance to be a friend.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Grandpa served in the Navy 1940-1945. He was in the battle for Midway and was serving on the USS Yorktown when she was lost. He would never talk about "The War" when I was little. The scars and the missing body parts were all from "The War". Later in life he started talking about the war a little more openly. I would listen close and not miss a word he said. I can't even imagine the hell he had to live through as a young man in that war.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I thanked him for fighting for our country and being a great grandpa more than once. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I will miss him.</div>Blown Off Shorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537420687476206651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615067729879643213.post-38124101624579662782009-09-13T21:04:00.001-07:002010-05-03T18:04:45.949-07:00Tow<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9D822ZFnp2ai8XtAAcTagVDtH1EvvntzHS0lfkTATEK3GVZS5jLseDQIHH3DVUh25nk0R435_StHFYTBe7L3bu61ixHfAawzc413fLkWzhp3XYHa1kRu56mchFR1gO0MZR2G7rDkddeAu/s1600-h/2003PROLG1.jpg"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9D822ZFnp2ai8XtAAcTagVDtH1EvvntzHS0lfkTATEK3GVZS5jLseDQIHH3DVUh25nk0R435_StHFYTBe7L3bu61ixHfAawzc413fLkWzhp3XYHa1kRu56mchFR1gO0MZR2G7rDkddeAu/s400/2003PROLG1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381169173265654738" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Big fast waves. Huge turns. Long down times.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It has been a crazy winter. Offshore winds and monster swell kept us on the ski a lot this winter. Sometimes we were looking at each other saying "you want it?" with pail wide eyed faces, not sure if it was such a good idea to pull into that wave. But then you get a couple big ones and you want more. I got a little to relaxed on the ski and broke a toe. It always seems in that when all is going to well something happens to ruin your day.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We are learning a lot about this sport. And there is a ton to learn. Every time we go out we learn something new about the ski, boards, gear, and each other.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> It will be interesting to see the progression of tow in and step off surfing with ski's. I think just having the ski's and the gear open up a lot more breaks. The search for the empty line up and great waves can be found on the ski. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Blown Off Shorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537420687476206651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615067729879643213.post-58210065328076405132009-08-04T19:44:00.000-07:002009-08-04T20:02:01.716-07:00Glass Of Juice<div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:-.5in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:-40.5pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><br /></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKw7EueqQ6I7LEI78FC4f2FmDflJ5jBX_OyH_FZ-gKM3k9TzHDlpJbCW3lJDkJwFJ1OXzmO-UDF2v_Lj9BMdCmTzWm7wDZLek_beRhVLAQiyKlKBj_t-rB6yG2eLYiY3rcCAFVDzunSwc1/s1600-h/glass-of-orange-juice.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKw7EueqQ6I7LEI78FC4f2FmDflJ5jBX_OyH_FZ-gKM3k9TzHDlpJbCW3lJDkJwFJ1OXzmO-UDF2v_Lj9BMdCmTzWm7wDZLek_beRhVLAQiyKlKBj_t-rB6yG2eLYiY3rcCAFVDzunSwc1/s400/glass-of-orange-juice.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366305391078373410" /></a> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: -0.5in; margin-left: -40.5pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <!--StartFragment--> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: -0.5in; margin-left: -40.5pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><!--StartFragment--> </p><div style="text-align: center;">So after watching a couple heats of the long board contest I took the wife and baby girl to the local beachfront eatery. It’s been a while since I have lived at the coast, and some of the feelings I had growing up on the Oregon coast had faded. We were a lower middle class family living in Gleneden Beach. My dad was a fisherman and my mom a nurse. We struggled to get by. With four kids and a tiny little house, my parents were working hard to keep our heads above water.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We hunted and fished for most of our food. We lived just on the other side of the fence from Salishan. The huge houses, and fancy cars. I worked at the gas station at Salishan all through high school so I got to see a lot of the local people come and go. It always seemed so crazy how much money people would spend on stupid things. All the little coast shops with fake seashells and saltwater taffy; shops we never went into.</div><div style="text-align: center;">So after a good four days of making breakfast for the family and eating cereal for breakfast I thought it would be nice to go out for a bite. I ordered a ham and cheese omelet. Well it was diced lunchmeat and cheese $9.95. So I was a little drawn back when I saw the bill. I paid five bucks for a glass of orange juice. “Are you shitting me?” I said to the wife. My mind has been going nuts since. Have I become the type person I despised as a kid, blowing stupid amounts of money on lame crap?</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Or was I just ripped off?</div>Blown Off Shorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537420687476206651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615067729879643213.post-44484312003187692012009-06-25T20:52:00.000-07:002009-06-25T21:12:31.170-07:00Sad<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3p873XcpejL-yy7qD72mNHs4WqTCI2ItPcy-Yn8xGbwES78dj0m6GRWa_luZlAyBJtX8Op0I3kehI0WcefXRfVEcyVhqu3wrM3zn_sj1d-fQN4Iynha2R_VjhQgpL2ZVUCMxjtP8MkM6M/s1600-h/michaelcard.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3p873XcpejL-yy7qD72mNHs4WqTCI2ItPcy-Yn8xGbwES78dj0m6GRWa_luZlAyBJtX8Op0I3kehI0WcefXRfVEcyVhqu3wrM3zn_sj1d-fQN4Iynha2R_VjhQgpL2ZVUCMxjtP8MkM6M/s400/michaelcard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351479353273971394" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">At last an abrupt end to a ever saddening life. The power of fame is a cruel and heavy burden to carry. It seemed every time he would fade from the spot light he would come back even a little more messed up. I cant even think of a life so under the micro scope as his. Not ever being able to be a kid. Always working. Always trying to make someone else happy. No days of strolling to the beach with board under arm with my friends. Not having to think of anything else other than if we wound meet some tourist chicks. mowing lawns to buy some new summer toys. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> To me it is a true representation or the anti life. never true, never lived.</div>Blown Off Shorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537420687476206651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615067729879643213.post-28586204827876495582009-05-14T19:37:00.000-07:002009-05-14T19:48:33.685-07:00Pulling My Chain?<div style="text-align: center;">I found this link on "<a href="http://thedailydrop.com/">kelly slater wave company</a>" blog.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I watched the little promo on it and i cant tell if this a joke or not.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Watch it for your self. It seems kind of way out there. </div><div style="text-align: center;">A cell phone that makes coffee?</div><div style="text-align: center;">And has a HD projector built in?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Someone likes 4:20 a little much.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.pomegranatephone.com/">http://www.pomegranatephone.com/</a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA1gOb1bDZvRQZwFWjJyNIN3jzz5IFtxO8xVia8_vzglImZI2oaHJwX7nvDeUFMbJchIafFu163exYQzwhFSKysu8URmQP5N7wnkNwY30ziNoUHhIqmwa6WHZIqmmDqB-wu3p93fi-L6kg/s1600-h/t_Pomegranate_phone_open-DL.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA1gOb1bDZvRQZwFWjJyNIN3jzz5IFtxO8xVia8_vzglImZI2oaHJwX7nvDeUFMbJchIafFu163exYQzwhFSKysu8URmQP5N7wnkNwY30ziNoUHhIqmwa6WHZIqmmDqB-wu3p93fi-L6kg/s400/t_Pomegranate_phone_open-DL.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335874585470807730" /></a>Blown Off Shorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537420687476206651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615067729879643213.post-62207714000253521832009-04-28T15:50:00.000-07:002009-04-28T15:55:15.359-07:00For The Love Of Money<div style="text-align: center;">This Picture Is a testament to all human kind. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTcLWLBX2VLPq4U50_JRh3ZDr5MNsNm2eBvVnz0k9qWS2HVS1DUJYrwlFhJ6i9L_QWsjSZjlnYo3EJOT-WwRjPuA-SMbjC6ks-mdInjEEBBYBGVccMqUqx8mycifLPnyaLgSr_OualGEfV/s1600-h/richard_branson_denni_parkinson.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 372px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTcLWLBX2VLPq4U50_JRh3ZDr5MNsNm2eBvVnz0k9qWS2HVS1DUJYrwlFhJ6i9L_QWsjSZjlnYo3EJOT-WwRjPuA-SMbjC6ks-mdInjEEBBYBGVccMqUqx8mycifLPnyaLgSr_OualGEfV/s400/richard_branson_denni_parkinson.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329878694730959554" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px; "><div style="text-align: center;">Richard Branson kitesurfing with a very naked Denni Parkinson on his back<br /></div></span>Blown Off Shorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537420687476206651noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615067729879643213.post-32752340121787280232009-03-03T19:48:00.000-08:002009-03-03T19:57:03.924-08:00It Is Not That Cold!!!<div style="text-align: left;">This Vid Makes Me Feel Lucky. Cold water? No Problem.<br /></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">What A Zoo.</div></div><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dYWQ2jYIZFw&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dYWQ2jYIZFw&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object>Blown Off Shorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537420687476206651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615067729879643213.post-5956351533505791492009-02-12T18:55:00.000-08:002009-02-12T19:01:38.276-08:00WTF!!!!!!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0XnYBZclJysy2yJNBtqpzAEn_KpSiBoZX812t6X8xwlpFIgxjWuEvgZZGdQeA2gF6WU2C0jFReuZi9TaNclFimgf194C_K7NKyycWMaT5ob4it-cHEZHRb_9_FquEyiDvnOC9FMBUh6x6/s1600-h/webcam32.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0XnYBZclJysy2yJNBtqpzAEn_KpSiBoZX812t6X8xwlpFIgxjWuEvgZZGdQeA2gF6WU2C0jFReuZi9TaNclFimgf194C_K7NKyycWMaT5ob4it-cHEZHRb_9_FquEyiDvnOC9FMBUh6x6/s400/webcam32.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302110203564174306" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The 40 hr work week and the dad in me keeps my nose to the grindstone. BUT when I see it's good and I get a second to check the cams the first thing that comes to my mind is</div><div style="text-align: center;"> "how fast can i get there".<br /></div>Blown Off Shorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537420687476206651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615067729879643213.post-4573681574944507842009-01-26T19:05:00.000-08:002009-01-26T19:42:07.923-08:00Hard Winter.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4tTL4x84k9vGwly8ZHfnsWFGZGffZia8nDGLih3uVKoiQM5fF5wlsv_ZJC3y3RCNBSyfSYOH-2iWXIWtkIgdlc7GlHjCk9OD-FCfRSYJ45U8po4yFogadtXQETlrOuU8cZPoF-CvIhxmh/s1600-h/IMGP0049.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4tTL4x84k9vGwly8ZHfnsWFGZGffZia8nDGLih3uVKoiQM5fF5wlsv_ZJC3y3RCNBSyfSYOH-2iWXIWtkIgdlc7GlHjCk9OD-FCfRSYJ45U8po4yFogadtXQETlrOuU8cZPoF-CvIhxmh/s400/IMGP0049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295805354436533778" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Dawn Patrol</span></span><br /></div><div>This year has been colder than most years, but the surf has been better than most winters as well. The east winds pushing off shore and crunchy sand under your feet make the dawn patrols harder and harder. 28 degrees on the truck's thermometer while putting on the wetty, with the heater pumping and some metal on the ipod trying to get the full kick off the coffee before the first duck dive. Welcome to the northwest. It is a re-invite. I have been in these waters all my life and I don't care who the hell you are, you never get immune these ice cold mornings.</div>Blown Off Shorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537420687476206651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615067729879643213.post-90356077199451660982008-12-17T14:28:00.000-08:002008-12-17T18:56:41.093-08:00Pie<div>The dream? A piece of the pie. These super cold sessions and blown all to hell days make me think of far off places. A little piece somewhere warm, on a beach. Build a little shack. Surf some, sleep some. Just be human. Nap in the hammock with the wife. Catch some fish for lunch. Watch the kid play in the sand</div><div>.................................The Dream.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0AGOnu5EIdAo11PR3uNR9wSZh9Y9wIGJUkJAKC3g8T8PR4bTNDLbJ2qJtZJ77nWHNxauHAsGH3LjaQjGQqH29QuzDQkCGTxTrx1UhocHU07qpm_tTxDj1siLBqgiSyL7wKeXkHIQA2wP6/s1600-h/madagascar_scr010.jpg"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0AGOnu5EIdAo11PR3uNR9wSZh9Y9wIGJUkJAKC3g8T8PR4bTNDLbJ2qJtZJ77nWHNxauHAsGH3LjaQjGQqH29QuzDQkCGTxTrx1UhocHU07qpm_tTxDj1siLBqgiSyL7wKeXkHIQA2wP6/s400/madagascar_scr010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280889808791595810" /></a>Blown Off Shorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537420687476206651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615067729879643213.post-68627609291240661132008-11-17T14:51:00.000-08:002008-11-17T14:59:11.824-08:00History That Hurts.<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_qj_Ybf2APY&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_qj_Ybf2APY&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Blown Off Shorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537420687476206651noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615067729879643213.post-44064955477569785622008-11-16T08:35:00.000-08:002008-11-16T08:42:36.744-08:00Sweet Pain<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLFS1hNzRYtWpO-xq8inKE5Z4yW8ueFDM_kiyWJ4pggH56yvO1fOHxHMDq2Pqa-RjiMTjHOq0xn7Nm_qzFMdujY6wj3PJ_T6Ry1y2Pg8qbuYfiFIlxAS_fGL87YVDv4Y8v-eI8JCBY3faW/s1600-h/webcam32.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLFS1hNzRYtWpO-xq8inKE5Z4yW8ueFDM_kiyWJ4pggH56yvO1fOHxHMDq2Pqa-RjiMTjHOq0xn7Nm_qzFMdujY6wj3PJ_T6Ry1y2Pg8qbuYfiFIlxAS_fGL87YVDv4Y8v-eI8JCBY3faW/s400/webcam32.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269296647133250018" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBJC8nhH1ne6aYNATe8rZfVd9z_Sons6qNlZAtJtkp3zKaj1Wp43hl0qoonTDPjuYJSat46qpMHxxwXLhF3nyM5DP1xVXUhA5mLFXgfI8EWXyUHII77jIS4gzlcTedRL7_gkua6-UWkYvs/s1600-h/kgwcontrol.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBJC8nhH1ne6aYNATe8rZfVd9z_Sons6qNlZAtJtkp3zKaj1Wp43hl0qoonTDPjuYJSat46qpMHxxwXLhF3nyM5DP1xVXUhA5mLFXgfI8EWXyUHII77jIS4gzlcTedRL7_gkua6-UWkYvs/s400/kgwcontrol.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269296391829266098" /></a><br />Usually when I look at the cams and see this I cringe. My arms and shoulders are so burnt i don't think i could do another session for a day or so.Blown Off Shorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537420687476206651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615067729879643213.post-83402293322036870132008-11-09T11:07:00.000-08:002008-11-09T18:52:24.271-08:00OH OH OCTOBER!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZs07SNNGDx9y8CMu-PX9MJJEP1_O7qi9xZs7YspZMYprtalRbaLmCjTf4hEjJpXNDNSzFbLXeENtHkN_tcgL9M0HT3__t_d3kpEVl3gkuUBKx4pp9kRfFRgMRxXulrvPX6i529o5g9Blo/s1600-h/IMG_1113.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZs07SNNGDx9y8CMu-PX9MJJEP1_O7qi9xZs7YspZMYprtalRbaLmCjTf4hEjJpXNDNSzFbLXeENtHkN_tcgL9M0HT3__t_d3kpEVl3gkuUBKx4pp9kRfFRgMRxXulrvPX6i529o5g9Blo/s400/IMG_1113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266737043868675858" /></a><br />Always the most fun month of the year. Now November is here and the road trips have already begun. Off to the straights and more northern destinations. Camping, Driving and Surfing with far away friends that are always glad to see you made the journey to surf with them.Blown Off Shorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537420687476206651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615067729879643213.post-55776102522359396462008-11-07T21:20:00.001-08:002008-11-07T21:31:51.606-08:00What Hell Looks Like<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-6p6hvHsrhl6qM3iMxWRi8AEfMMNAADrxHi-uVWJBme0jnvPyz-6TmKigzR3s9v6ni_CKF_hu7e8XnzERvFEirEbtvAzeHKRGglBdbnIs4kKid6zTEFHK6BGY0Zf46kZjNC3310p3NzE6/s1600-h/Paddle+Group+6-08+Deschutes-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-6p6hvHsrhl6qM3iMxWRi8AEfMMNAADrxHi-uVWJBme0jnvPyz-6TmKigzR3s9v6ni_CKF_hu7e8XnzERvFEirEbtvAzeHKRGglBdbnIs4kKid6zTEFHK6BGY0Zf46kZjNC3310p3NzE6/s400/Paddle+Group+6-08+Deschutes-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266155159221121906" /></a><br /><div>No ocean in sight and a bunch of these freaks coming at you!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div>Blown Off Shorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537420687476206651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615067729879643213.post-51150845531052808522008-10-23T14:58:00.000-07:002008-10-23T19:16:36.403-07:00Here Goes!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPFnKTZGz_nXc4i9npeIdTbLs95Y3WJHMKvJZVp8Ojtgj6KeXJShrwFLFVCDfhQk1mZYnHBdf0ZFYJPfoVGeFTMWIXKdMjjCaLtVT2Y5qGPfg-94ELIx8VLKymLFkemxgq85enq1dzTfcw/s1600-h/La+Jolla+Collision.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPFnKTZGz_nXc4i9npeIdTbLs95Y3WJHMKvJZVp8Ojtgj6KeXJShrwFLFVCDfhQk1mZYnHBdf0ZFYJPfoVGeFTMWIXKdMjjCaLtVT2Y5qGPfg-94ELIx8VLKymLFkemxgq85enq1dzTfcw/s400/La+Jolla+Collision.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260481755603279186" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />It's that time of year again. It happens about twice a year every year. For people who surf every season, all season, Its kind of funny and a pain in the ass. Mid spring all the people who snow board and only snow board in the winter, show back up on the beaches looking all hard core and shooting dirty looks at ya, pissed you made the wave they were trying to cut you off on. Following you around when they see you heading for a new peak. "lots of fun". But at least these guys can surf. They know how to paddle ,duck dive and get the hell out of the way when things get big.<div>Then there is the crew that shows up at the end of summer. They keep on hearing about how good it is getting from there friends. They surf maybe a month a year, and all they have down is the stank eye. Hanging out way on the inside, not looking at what any one else doing. Getting pissed off cause they can't catch a wave. I never really hear any yelling between surfers until these guy's show up. I love surfing the waves this time of year but I hate dealing with these guys, and I hate seeing my friends having to deal with these guys. </div><div>It's kind of like oil and vinegar.</div><div>You have the smooth aged graceful surfers mixed with the sour made yesterday hacks.</div><div>Well winter is upon us and the lineup will empty soon enough. </div>Blown Off Shorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537420687476206651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615067729879643213.post-48640936754353084432008-10-18T13:23:00.000-07:002008-10-18T13:30:15.388-07:00Sitting time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_ioUvj-nBAm9-ShXWxIvByhBBGl68Ox3zoQFbrjMUCFtYw6iqRpU2mjrU4siMfGX2cQsN15jI4keaxcpFcC0ZO3_x_LFK_3HRY0JKjSEkOGuPmkZa5yXSrIsccPCUFr_X57upChinfEdf/s1600-h/bush_meetthefuckers.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_ioUvj-nBAm9-ShXWxIvByhBBGl68Ox3zoQFbrjMUCFtYw6iqRpU2mjrU4siMfGX2cQsN15jI4keaxcpFcC0ZO3_x_LFK_3HRY0JKjSEkOGuPmkZa5yXSrIsccPCUFr_X57upChinfEdf/s400/bush_meetthefuckers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258593919546313138" /></a><br /><div>Well if this movie ends the way I think it will, we will all be on unemployment. <br /></div><div><br /></div>Blown Off Shorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537420687476206651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615067729879643213.post-56793727681918124522008-10-08T20:00:00.001-07:002008-10-08T20:04:38.594-07:00BOMB IT!!<embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v4b9DAwMA08&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed>Blown Off Shorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537420687476206651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615067729879643213.post-17451465213549037762008-10-03T19:15:00.000-07:002008-10-03T19:36:02.303-07:00What Is Up With Our Sharks?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZbpjm_aUZp0M2BgD7QcQSze2aZ5dDtHxRBrVMLca_bxkn4LYXKo9B04l3QFI1y4SSjCJthyflBKmnZ89qwQiDmxxtUlzzHHWQzdJzskVI2OhPdKCeC6i-zyl79e7FiLxpUOqNpqwK6u0g/s1600-h/0930081303.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZbpjm_aUZp0M2BgD7QcQSze2aZ5dDtHxRBrVMLca_bxkn4LYXKo9B04l3QFI1y4SSjCJthyflBKmnZ89qwQiDmxxtUlzzHHWQzdJzskVI2OhPdKCeC6i-zyl79e7FiLxpUOqNpqwK6u0g/s400/0930081303.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253118979578983906" /></a>My friend sent this picture to me from a wednesday dive trip at haystack. It was washed up on the beach when they came in from there dive. Trying to help it live they helped it back into the water. They did not think it would make it. On the same day another shark was found on a different beach that washed up. <div>Here is what the AP network said.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "><p style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 2px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 1px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 1.1em; line-height: 1.4em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">SEASIDE, Ore. (AP) -- A shark that washed up on an Oregon beach was covered with unknown parasites.</p><p style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 2px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 1px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 1.1em; line-height: 1.4em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">Seaside Aquarium officials say the 4-foot salmon shark that washed up in the Cannon Beach area Wednesday was covered with a dense layer of parasites in an unusual way.</p><p style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 2px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 1px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 1.1em; line-height: 1.4em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">Aquarium manager Keith Chandler said staff members could not identify the type of parasite and have begun seeking opinions from other marine experts around the Northwest.</p><p style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 2px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 1px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 1.1em; line-height: 1.4em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">It was the fourth salmon shark found by the Seaside Aquarium in the last six weeks. They have been showing up in the fall and late summer months in recent years, with increasing frequency.</p></span></div><div> </div>Blown Off Shorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537420687476206651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615067729879643213.post-12649696963740066162008-09-22T20:27:00.000-07:002008-09-24T10:50:47.285-07:00For Show Or Go?<div style="text-align: justify;"><img style="text-align: left;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKoy-cLZpZG-Pa4H5z1Ckqf6XPaFBp9Vbz3Bm_B360nIrB3FijlUqpe6aOIWC0fdz33pLj95qn4bpfOtV2YbwlDbLIbq4C5qJeZPrLeFofgRDWQCLu1JtZMZ3fXPzrKlaBIsaHwzk-Bj6T/s400/IMG_1049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249054013916046386" /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It seems as though a "new" trend has snuck up on us once again. I keep seeing all these new boards from new art style shaper's showing up on the the beaches. I know they cost a lot and they sure look nice but the one thing I don't get is all the art on them. The boards cost a ton as it is and they take forever to get. Then you pay a ton more to put Art on it? The boards are hand shaped and flawless. They look like something that should be in a art show down town. Not something that is going to be shoved in the back of my truck with three or four other boards, dog, camping gear, spare tire, skate board, ect. Then put the thing in the water and watch every one put the bulls eye on it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> I bought this Bing because I wanted a Bonzer set up, and I hate to pack it around. When I put the first scratch in it I was pissed. When I ordered the board I asked if I could just get it in all white and they said it would take two months. So now I have this board that every time it gets a scratch in it I get pissed. But that's OK. Cause when it's going down the line I don't give a crap what it looks like. The art is in the shape, fin set up, fin design. No drawings.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div>Blown Off Shorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537420687476206651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615067729879643213.post-84303892486395320282008-09-20T20:40:00.000-07:002008-09-20T20:43:59.272-07:00The way it should be.<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y-NR8YlCXv8&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y-NR8YlCXv8&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />Every time I see this video it gives me goose bumps.Blown Off Shorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537420687476206651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615067729879643213.post-90620542737393641502008-09-18T18:45:00.000-07:002008-09-18T19:15:18.142-07:00The Hope Is?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjttfZsp3KnyJk4g1_iyr2Dni22N2uCp72eGBT2eEQdFJGJCL6WcFQf_MIL1HcgZP9GnKZflOr_fFtXxdHm5LIuDKUvG16jC_r8KYu8WL82XE17hDlGpUdg3hqU8oMizMCRIQtvlyKQ0mNG/s1600-h/original.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjttfZsp3KnyJk4g1_iyr2Dni22N2uCp72eGBT2eEQdFJGJCL6WcFQf_MIL1HcgZP9GnKZflOr_fFtXxdHm5LIuDKUvG16jC_r8KYu8WL82XE17hDlGpUdg3hqU8oMizMCRIQtvlyKQ0mNG/s400/original.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247542973532341026" /></a>Seeing this guy throw down and get his surf on really made a impression on me. It's not "sit buy the pool" mentality I am looking for in a guy I want to trust with the free world. It is the guy who knows the value of a pair of board shorts and a good beach break that I can get behind. Yeah, that and a ton of new policy. I have always been a Lefty, not a Liberal. Just a Lefty; lets make that clear. Seeing my favorite hunting spots cut down year after year when I was a kid made me a Lefty. Well that and Reganomics. We almost all went hungry on the Oregon coast during that guys stint in office. Don't get me wrong, politician's scare the hell out of me. It seems that you never find out the truth about a guy until they're in office. Well we shall see how it goes.Blown Off Shorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537420687476206651noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615067729879643213.post-43055347123251028022008-09-05T19:54:00.001-07:002008-09-06T13:27:12.167-07:00Damn Little Old Lady<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhann330dnCFc_d_0GyXzsKt77x622qsN80FKqnrPAcUljv3WCXyJ-wnCpcLjiC6KQcI5oFirdk8eLBUV99cgedea1iDM6yW9ToCOrMla8VMudgtJS_WkR6WT_FD-8xE1Ft3j2u83ikYZsg/s1600-h/sc00366416.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhann330dnCFc_d_0GyXzsKt77x622qsN80FKqnrPAcUljv3WCXyJ-wnCpcLjiC6KQcI5oFirdk8eLBUV99cgedea1iDM6yW9ToCOrMla8VMudgtJS_WkR6WT_FD-8xE1Ft3j2u83ikYZsg/s400/sc00366416.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242736726260420930" /></a>Growing up playing and working on my dads fishing boat we saw lots of sharks. We did a lot of free diving for abalone as well, and saw sharks. <div>Surfing, never see sharks. <div>I haven't had that "what the hell was that" feeling in quite some time. </div><div>Saturday. Dressed in my wetty heading for a great session see a little old lady coming off the beach with a few shells in hand. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Me</span>- "How you doing this morning?"</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Little ol Lady</span>- "Oh fine, beautiful day"</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Me</span>-" Yep should be a nice week"</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Little ol Lady</span>-" You know I saw a big shark yesterday"</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Me</span>-"What- where?"</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Little ol Lady</span>-"Oh just down the beach there. It washed up and we were trying to get it back in the water." </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Me</span>-"So did it swim off ?"</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Little ol lady</span>-"Yep it swam off. I think it will live"</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Me</span>-"OK well you have a nice day"</div><div style="text-align: center;">That shark could have been a hundred miles away and I don't think I would have stopped looking for it!</div></div>Blown Off Shorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537420687476206651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615067729879643213.post-56993122491108287462008-09-04T21:41:00.000-07:002008-09-04T21:47:51.833-07:00Big Wind Big Waves Oh My<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp_q8VlmkEWWM8AtuRxFADkC9Ew6OfQbTlwR01VA8jY66iOym0hXl_vfLuLVOXgACdUFeNtx3OksIow9UExiuqpHUoHGIMvIm_hPMwWdL87Ah56M4Ie9R9K4WkOwzMGSw35DHji7thoCmh/s1600-h/P1010181.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp_q8VlmkEWWM8AtuRxFADkC9Ew6OfQbTlwR01VA8jY66iOym0hXl_vfLuLVOXgACdUFeNtx3OksIow9UExiuqpHUoHGIMvIm_hPMwWdL87Ah56M4Ie9R9K4WkOwzMGSw35DHji7thoCmh/s400/P1010181.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242393929352197490" /></a>The time is coming. The search for green wedges and smooth sliding will soon consume us all. Blown Off Shorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537420687476206651noreply@blogger.com1