Hunter and I have been beach bumming it up for the past 10 days. I have not been doing much but hanging out with other surfers and waiting for the surf to arrive.
Hunter has joined up with a Baja dog pack. One of the dogs is the biggest Brittany Spaniel I have ever seen. I grew up hunting Chuckers in the dessert with my father. The owner of this dog was also a Chucker hunter. He was also one of the founders of the Northface company.
With a few days of no surf I finally set up my solar panel. Everything works well. I can fully rechage my battery in one day.
I saw this cool looking house on the side of the road and decided to take a picture of it. Of course Hunter ran in and ruined the picture.
Well after about six days of small waves the swell arrived and it was heavy.
These were the heaviest waves I have ever surfed breaking on shallow reef.
Only 4 guys on this wave.
Peter making the drop.
Peter getting barreled.
Peter getting fully covered.
Steve dropping in backside.
Steve getting barreled.
This is Tyler from Santa Barbra making the drop.
Tyler getting covered up.
Casey from Oregon making the drop.
His brother Eric catching a nice one.
I came acroos a traditional Mexican folk song that I think is pretty appopriate for my travels in Baja. Here it is.
I CONTINUE TO BE THE KING
I know well that I am on the outside
But the day in which I die,
I know that you are going to cry,
cry and cry, cry and cry
You willl say that you did not love me,
But you are going to be very sad.
And that ishow you will remain.
With money or without money,
I always do what I want,
And my word is the law.
I have no throne or queen,
Nor anyone who understands me,
But I continue to be the king.
A rock in the road showed me
That my destiny
Was to roll and roll, roll and roll,
roll and roll.
Then a mule skinner told me,
That you do not have to arrive first,
But only have to know how to arrive.
With money or without money.