Naval Jetties - Aug 11, 2002
"alt.surfing's Dan King of San Diego Visits the DelMarVa"
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Sunday, August 11, 2002
Delaware's Naval Jetties and The OC/Md Foonbunker
Beautiful sunny day in the 80s
1-3 feet and glassy, water mid-70s, ENE
Low going high but lot's of sand missing on the beach
Guest of honor, Dan King and Foon, Weekday Mantay, Beth, Cooler and myself.
Missing in action:  Robb "Muffin" Smith, Toddzilla and friend.

(Click on pics for larger view -  pics by Rod)
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View from the cliff.
Too many people on point.
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Dan King ponders the south
swell he left behind in SoCal
and Baja. Terry Hendricks
tells me there's a fine one
filling in but nobody to join
him... that I mis-timed my trip
by two weeks.
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Greetings to our special
alt.surfing friends!
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The Gentleman Surfers:
Rod, Dan King, Foon

A Day With Dan King

<<It's still a blank!  What's in the juice?  Not many pics.  Where's the salt and the lime?>>

Was I at a premiere East Coast Surfing Party last night???  Only time will tell!  But it did have a mild but definite groggy impact.

Thankfully, the car was preloaded for an early 5:15 a.m. departure, Beth was on schedule and Cooler had been excited about the trip ever since we had discussed it the night before--he was the first one out the door. 

Loaded with a strong mug of expresso and a solid thermos of expresso grind drip brew we gunned it over to the luxury palace that alt.surfing's Dan King called home for 48 hours.  Dan was visiting Balto prospecting for gold, so we thought we'd show him some of our fools' gold down at the DelMarVa.

The truth be known... he was mostly here to pile up some "Close Encounters of the alt.surfing kind" points!  If Dan finds himself doing some IT hackwork in Btown this Fall, he plans to pile up points in joining us at this year's Guidopalooza.  Then he's targeting ASers in Jersey and New England to stuff our (Foon and I) points totals back to oblivion.  All I can say is that this is win-win!  Dan would be a welcome addition to the GP.  He's sure to have that special San Diego swell touch for the OBX like his cohort, Tom Keener, who killed swell everywhere he ventured during his Four Points tour of the USA.

P.S.  See below for the really good reports (and a non-report by KC).


"One Carload Is a Crowd at NJs"
(Photo by: Kirk Mantay)

The Dan King Report:  "Downie Shore"

I had a short business trip to Baltimore arriving, on Saturday the 10th for meetings on the morning of Monday the 12th, flying back Monday afternoon.  It was set up on very short notice.  Of course the first thing I did was to email alt.surfers Rod & Foon (on Tuesday, no less). Over the next couple of days, we watched Cristobal with hope, and then dismay. 

I arrived at BWI at 1930 EDT on Saturday.  Rod's cell phone was out of range, but I got a call from Rod's wife at 2230, saying they would pick me up at 0530.  I did what I could to get to sleep early, but didn't manage it until 0030 on the 11th.  I knew it would be painful, but it was the perfect way to jumpstart myself into EDT.

The alarm rang at 0430. Knowing we had a long ride ahead of us, I forced myself to get out of bed, showered and coffeed, and was waiting in front of the hotel when Rod drove up at 0528, sharp.  We had a pleasant ride with enjoyable conversation (although I am sure that I was even less coherent than usual) through the Eastern Shore farm country of Maryland and Deleware, with a great sunrise over the marshes.  We got to the beach sometime around 0800, and shortly afterward Foon Doggy Dogg arrived. 

The coast is very beautiful, with the landscape consisting of rolling sand dunes, dune grass, and scrub pine, with an abundance of dune birds.  This is a lot different than the coast of SoCal and Baja, which mostly consists of cliffs, canyons, cactus, and coyotes.  It was a nice change, and reminded me of my old beach haunts in MA. 

The surf was less aesthetically pleasing.  It was pretty inconsistent, with sets in the waste-chest range.  The short supply of surf did little to reduce the demand of the local surfers, who were out in force.  There was a pack of maybe 10-12 people, mostly 
longboarders (the right tool for the job, to be sure) tightly grouped at the top of the jetty. 

The setup is pretty good: a jetty forms a mini-point break, with a well developed mini-cove on the north (right) side.  It had great 
potential, I could envision 100+ yard semi-hollow peelers, given the right swell. 

We met Kirk "Weekday" Mantay on the beach, he had already surfed for a couple of hours - he must have left Balmer at 0300 in order to do so.  He was in between sessions and gave us the scoop on the lineup and hazards (stumps and rocks on the inside). 

Water was warm (too warm for my preferences), clear, and glassy.  We made the short paddle out on the south side of the jetty, utilizing a rip Tide that was surprisingly powerful considering the lack of surf.  It was pretty difficult to maintain position in the very narrow takeoff zone, if you stopped paddling for 30 seconds, you'd inevitably end up 25 yards away. 

The takeoff zone was right at the top of the jetty.  The set waves would suck out and pitch onto dry rock, then peel and mush through a couple of sections into the shorebreak.  The waves were pretty slow and weak.   Even with the additional 30# of thrust produced through the use of paddling gloves, it was very difficult to get into waves:  advantage longboarders. 

Rod was taking off extremely deep, very close to dry rock, which was the only way to utilize the "power pit" of the wave.  I was a little jet lagged, and not that comfortable with the crowd or hazards at the top of the jetty, so I joined the Foonster on the inside for a while.  I eventually caught some insiders and even got a few turns in.  After a couple of hours in the water, I caught my last wave, which was also the best:  an insider with a shore-dump micro-barrel. I nearly got tubed a second time, as I ended my ride very close to the posterior anatomy of a bikini clad beach babe.  8-]

Although the surf wasn't very good, I got some great paddling exercise and had an opportunity spent some time in the water with 
Rod, Foon (+1 pt), and Kirk (+2 pts).  It is all about the points! ;-) 

We packed up our gear and got back on the road, this time heading for that infamous den of iniquity: the Foon Bunker.  I rode with Foon, who gave me the (well-scripted) Coast Highway Tour narrative.  After maybe half an hour we got to the Bunker, which is directly overlooking the beach in the heart of downtown Ocean City.  It is a sweeeeet setup!  Foon has the ability to monitor surf conditions and beach activity for a couple of miles up and down the coast, all from the comfort of his balcony. His dawn surf check requires only that he sit up in bed.  Rod, Mrs. Rodgers, and Kirk showed up shortly thereafter, food was procured and consumed with gusto, and much energetic conversation and hilarity ensued. 

The surf in OC was somewhat larger and more consistent than we had found to the north.  Shoulder-high shorebreak was dredging and thumping in inches of water, but there were some corners to be found.  Tempting....but insanely crowded with tourists.

It was a great time, but all too soon we needed to head for town.  On a Sunday afternoon, westbound traffic is a major consideration.  Rod avoided the main routes, and wound our way though a somwhat bewildering maze of rural roads somewhere along the MD/DE border.  I was definitely hitting the wall by this time, so my recollection of the ride is pretty fuzzy.  Rod dropped me off at my hotel just before sunset. I had a quick bite to eat and a beer, and crashed hard. 

I jumped out of bed early and feeling great on Monday morning, feeling in top shape for my meetings.  A big breakfast and coffee, 
then into downtown Baltimore.  The meetings went spectacularly well.  Then it was out to BWI, touching down in San Diego, and home by 2000 PDT. 

This whirlwind trip was incredibly successful, thanks especially to the outstanding efforts and hospitality of Rod, Mrs. Rodgers, Foon Doggy Dogg, and Weekday Mantay.  This trip absolutely highlighted what is far and away the best aspect of participation in alt.surfing:  alt.surfers can go just about anywhere in the coastal US, and many places around the world, and know a local.  That just can't be beat. 

- Dan

P.S. How about another crabcake, hon?


The Weekday Report:  "Surf Report Sunday---I Love a Crowd"

So I set off early to catch the light SW winds and the incoming tide at NJs on saturday morning. I arrived at 5:40am to find knee, knee, knee, waist, stomach!!!! waves, and put the fins on my board and ran down for a surf. Paddling out 30 minutes before
sunrise, at NJs no less! was a little sketchy at first....(brain transcript: hmm, sure are a lot of rocks here. I can't remember, do
sharks like rocks? Water sure is clear today....).

Oh my God though. The sky was a beautiful pink and when the sun came up it was pink too. I actually thanked God for the fun little morning of surf all to myself---for awhile. It was knee-thigh ESE swell with a ENE waist-stomach occ. chest set about every 8-9 minutes. Most of my waves had nice walls on outside and inside, workable for (average) 3-4 good turns. Got one (cheater) coverup, and actually rode out of it standing...well, squatting. At 6:30 2 carloads of dewey surf and sport people showed up, of various skill levels. Some were clueless and should NOT have been surfing at such a dangerous spot. Not a good place to learn. I was way bummed out. A couple of the DS&S employees were picking off almost all of the good waves, and the beginners were 
like speed bumps on the inside, and looked like deer in headlights when they saw you dropping in on them. By 7:30am, there were about 20 people there, WAY too many for a point break like NJs. I would sit on the rocks and wait forever for my set wave. Then I'd surf the 2nd point for about 20 minutes before paddling back out to the rocks. 

Gradually the crowd thinned, and then got thicker--but with more beginners and less aggros! Crowd thinned to about 5 guys on the point (still too many) and 10 mixed-level surfers on the second point, which was breaking right and left. The small waves absolutely died for awhile and the sets got bigger and connected really well. Good day to be a longboarder. Got some good rides but had some close calls too.

About 830, the Mobile Geriatric Ward (Foon and Rod and the Cardiac Arrest First Alert Team: Cooler and Beth) showed up with Dan from alt.surfing San Diego. Rod, as usual, did his best to piss off everyone by sitting on THE OTHER SIDE of the jetty and riding the set waves across the rocks, where no longboarder dare tread! I took off at the point, only to be STUFFED into the rocks by some kook on a funboard who didn't even look to see if someone else was on the wave. I survived, but once again, the Jetties claimed a big ol' ding in my board (noticed it on the way home). At least this time no broken glass and/or stringer. It will stay dented until post Costa. 

That guy (surprisingly?) left before I had a chance to have a one-to-one with his front teeth, and the waves again mellowed. Set waves shrank and became more scarce. Short period ESE swell picked back up and provided Foon and I with some super-fun waist+ dropins and lines. Some were smaller, I have to admit... My personal favorite was getting dropped in on by a kid whose board I had to hold in my hand as I surfed down the line, so it didn't spear me in the neck (he was standing on the board). 

It would have been nice to have Robb et al. present for these great events, but alas, our superhero Mr. Smith was busy (insert 
inappropriate demasculinizing phrase ;) ). They eventually got to the beach (OC), hopefully they got waves too. 

Winds started to switch to the south and pick up.....choppiness! and the old guys had to make it to town for their noon dialysis (aka gin&tonics), so we headed south to the foonbunker. got eats from island pizza or some place in southernmost fenwick. I have never eaten a cheesesteak so fast. The view from Foon's is lovely, even if he IS obsessed with watching the crippled woman with the glittery silver hat. You guys should all make it out there sometime if you haven't already. Thanks for the hospitality Foon!

My first day of clean, walled surf since late June. Not bad for a weekend!

- Weekday Warrior.


The Foon Report:  Sunday Sesh- Delmarva

When:  Aug.11, 8:00- 10:00
Where:  Naval Jetties, Cape Henelopen, Delmarva Peninsula.
Conditions:  Bright, Clean, Clear, warm, a touch of humidity in the air and bath tub water temps. Mixed swell, with incoming tide, tightly packed takeoff zone, crowded until "Rock Dance" Rodgers cleared the pack. Winds calm then sideshore.

Words: The plan was to coordinate a session among several groups of people using modern cellphone technology. An advance team (Kirk "weekday" Mantay) volunteered to be the first one at the gate and arrived at 5:O-dark-30 am. He wasn't. I was up at dawn but don't function too well until fully caffeinated and fed. From the Bunker Balcony uptown OC still looked good if only a foot of height had not been subtracted from the previous days chesthigh waves. Still, had I not made commitments to surf Delaware I would have hit Midtown or Assateague Island for the incoming tide. Other people in our plan had made the same guess and did very well I'm told. I decided to call Rod on his new wizbang cellphone already in transit toting dog, wife and distinguished visiting ASer Dan King "downie shore". Dan had arrived the previous night and Rod thought it would be a "nice" thing to pick him up before dawn (the equivalent time for Dan of 2:30 am).

"Hello Rod?"
"CraklemondephumptdehwoalbolowhmichnatchyFoon?"

"Shit Rod, that must have been one hell of a party at Snake's last night. Burned so many braincells you forgot how to talk. What were you drinking?

"DromphCellZipmondoralphdeaddzonecraknicklephrang.  Eolwoewobbleich-Everclear&watermelon."

"Either your phone sucks possum dicks or you're in a sketchy deadzone brah. Did Kirk call you about the surf?"

"FONK-NORCHpistalgiobigboog!!Thatdumbshcrachtilatorenvironmentalpsister!!"

"Well I take it you're still going to Navel Jetties. Where are you now?"

"TAKenacrapskianagettinsumChoffeyattwaWainBridgeville."

"Well I'm taking off, I guess I'll see you guys up there."

"FrickinNOrphsumefackenshitzoominFoon"

"Uh, well fuck you to brah. Catcha later hun."

With travel mug of crappacino and gear in hand I stepped to the Mean Green FoonMachine to make the 30 mile trip North with only those gadddddamn early morning joggers in the road to get in my way. Forty minutes later I pulled into the NJs parking lot, surprisingly full, to find Rod and Sleepy Dan offloading their gear. A quick look at the break showed 7 guys clustered right on the tip of the jetty with a few well connected swells giving decent rides.

After kisses and hugs ;) we walked down to the beach to find Kirk who'd been in a few hours by then. He gave us a quick rundown of the setup and attitude and warned Rod this was a mellow crowd. We quickly dressed and jumped in riding a swift current out to the jetty point.

With the unwelcome arrival of we paipo/bodyboarders the LBers who owned the break had to give way to Rock Dance Rodgers whose primary objective was to see how sick a drop he could take onto the boulders of the jetty and still make the waves.

I tried to hang with him but my long legs were already pinging the tops of the rocks. Inviting another injury such as losing a kneecap would definitely alter my plans for healthy GP2K2 in about a month. Rod relished taking the peak on the other side of the jetty then slaloming his way through the pack on his little chip/paipo. After three failures to score waves to myself, I moved in to a
secondary peak closer to shore with some others who did not want to do the rock dance of NJs.

From the inside I saw Kirk and another guy lining up for a good size wall. Kirk had position and priority and was taking off directly into the rocks, and he would have made it had the guy on his right not stuffed him with out even a look. It looked worse than it was I guess. I thought Kirk jumped right into the cluster of boulders at the end of the jetty. The worst that happened was a
compression ding. Kirk fumed the rest of the sesh over the blatant snaking with good reason. It could have been a very dangerous mistake.

It was obvious to me there were too many guys and too few waves. I dialed back my expectations just happy to be in the water with friends and enjoying the beautiful day, and taking whatever happened to come my way. A decent wall snuck through the pack and bounced up behind me. I was on it but should have glanced a second time to my left to see if a LBer who was stroking hard had gotten it. As it was I paddled harder (the gloves I wore this time really helped for once) and popped into a nice long clean wall that had playable sections and a zippy coverup inside.

When I pulled out I turned and saw the LBer working the soup behind me. He'd ridden all the way in too. I felt bad at first but noticed later this same guy caught far more waves and rode them farther then anyone in the water. My little indiscretion was not that big a deal.

The tide and wind inevitably made the break unusable. The pack thinned, the floss thin beach disappeared to the incoming water and an endless convoy of SUVs riding on the beach. We decided to split for the Bunker for Lunch.

I drove back with Dan giving him the Foonseye perspective on the Delmarva Shore. It was nice to get to know him better and increase my encounter points in the process ;) Lunch on the Bunker Balcony was delish with subs and fresh fruit all around and a spectacular summer afternoon at the shore kept us there for hours.

With two days of surfing in the dead of August a rare thing without some kind of offshore storm, I felt lucky to have been "downie shore" this weekend. Thanks to Rod, Dan, and Kirk for making my weekend a lot of fun.

-Foon
posted to alt.surfing 12 Aug 2002 07:13:38 -0700


Rod's Postscript

Despite the rumors spewed above there was a rather orderly crew of about three of us on the jetty point (the fourth one was another story - see Weekday's report).  We basically rotated the inside position the only difference being that I usually took off deeper on the rocks than the other two guys.  The swell had a bit too much north in it (ENE) to connect with the inside section on my board -- even the talented longboarder was frustrated in many of his attempts to connect for a longer point-like ride.

- Rahman (pronounced "rock-mawhn") Rodgers


Kirk's Postscript on alt.surfing - Reply to "DelMarVa-The King's Arrival"

By the way Rod and Foon just for the record, I WAS the first one in the water that day (5:40, sunrise was 6:10) (half an hour before anyone else showed up), and I DID call Rod (okay, the Rod cell phone has now been downgraded to Rod's son, which I forgot). So when Rod's son woke out of his drunken slumber at about 2pm sunday, he got a message from me about the surf.

And I have 3 compression dings on the left bottom rail (all large), one crushed glass rail ding (small), and another compression ding along the stringer (small). F*ckin fabulous. I go through boards like I go through...umm...nevermind. :)  Boards are replaceable. My skull is not. And I got barreled once that day, for the first time in easily  2+ months, so that's gotta be worth some dings.

--Weekday aka bull shark bait.

The MIA Reports

from ToDDzilla:
oh and we had a great time today at 64th @ assateague. we had nice clean waves in oc. and good learnable waves for my friend desire (spelling?) to play around in. both robb and i had nice rides throughout the day, sorry we didnt meet up with the NJ crew... 

Todd



Muffin Slices

We tried to catch up with you guys but we were unsuccessful. Next time we compromise on departure time (not 2:00am but not 7:00 am either) and we all go together.

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We did- but we also got some old local jerk who thought he had right of way whether he was riding the wave or paddling out. We let him have his space - kinda sad when that's all you got. I mean, it's 64th street, not Sunset. 

We had fun and rode 64th and Assateague - Assateague was tough for me on a 6'6". (should have rented a
longboard for myself). Wish the wind... 

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It was funny to me because as long as I have been surfing it has always been if you are on the wave you have right of way... after all it is "surfing" not "paddling out".

I was going left and it was starting to line up like it was going to break ahead of me so I built a little speed and took a real high line (not a floater, just a high line- it hadn't broken yet) and this guy is walking out with his board and continues pressing
towards the wave. If he'd have stayed still it would have been no problem. 

I realize that if I continue I am going to hit him dead on so a bring it down and wind up getting rolled with the break. I wind up right next to him in the impact zone. He says, "F*&$ you almost hit me!!" I was stunned! What I was expecting was "F*&$, I am
sorry I screwed up your wave, it looked like a nice one, I am also sorry that I draw breath because I am a complete and total ass."

But I didn't get that. It was funny how the only two people who listened to him gripe were two groms that were hooting me on when I caught the wave.

He may be the surf bongo boy.

I paddled away and let the local be- you have to give some room for that even if you feel he was in the wrong.

All in all, we had a good day.

Da muffin'



Kevin Filer -- My Excuse

You are never going to believe this!!!

So I wake up at 10:30 this morning...I can't believe how late it is!! I was supposed to meet Robb at 0600
in Annapolis to go to the beach, and I am just mortified.

Then all of a sudden my cat belches so loud!! And I look down at him and there is a minute-hand in his
whiskers!! Yes, that's right!!  I look over at my night stand, and my alarm clock is gone!  That damn cat
ate my clock, and I so pissed!!  Needless to say, I punished the cat severely.  You can bet he won't be
eating any more alarm clocks.

Yep, that's right!

Oh, and my poor performance had absolutely NOTHING to do with the tequila I consumed at Snake's luau.
Absolutely nothing.

Embarassed in Pasadena,

KC


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