Traditional Hawaiian Prayer for Surf
Because we sure could use some right about now...
na a 'ohe nalu, a laila aku i kai, penei e hea ai
(If there is no surf, invoke seaward in the following manner):
"Ku mai! Ku mai! Ka nalu nui mai Kahiki mai,
(arise, arise you great surfs from Kahiki)
Alo po i pu! Ku mai ka pohuehue,
(the powerful curling waves. Arise with the pohuehue)
Hu! Kai ko'o Loa.
(Well up long raging surf.)
na a 'ohe nalu, a laila aku i kai, penei e hea ai
(If there is no surf, invoke seaward in the following manner):
"Ku mai! Ku mai! Ka nalu nui mai Kahiki mai,
(arise, arise you great surfs from Kahiki)
Alo po i pu! Ku mai ka pohuehue,
(the powerful curling waves. Arise with the pohuehue)
Hu! Kai ko'o Loa.
(Well up long raging surf.)

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July 29, 2011
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Traditional Hawaiian Prayer for Surf

Deliberate Acts of Goodness
Surf contests are great for showing off your radical skills and getting noticed but I am more impressed by waveriders like Ted from Wakefield, RI who make it a habit of taking care of their favorite surf spots. I met Ted early Saturday morning during a surf check. He was already two bagfuls into his cleanup. We briefly chatted about the spot and how it is on privately-owned land but open to the public and how lucky we are to be able to drive there, park and surf. I didn't see him for the rest of the day but I hope he scored some love from the surf gods. Thank-you, Ted!



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Johna
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July 25, 2011
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Creative Sessioning
Surfing has everything to do with luck and timing - especially when you have an hour-plus drive. Some days my timing is spot on and other days frustratingly off. But last week, everything fell into place.
First, there was the campout sessions that I had at PJ on Tuesday/Weds. I scored a last minute site at Fisherman's Memorial Campground during high-season. There were some clean waist-shoulder high sets coming through and I got a few fun ones before hunkering down for a perfect campfire. Though I wished for a compadre, there is something to be said for quality time spent with one's self.

The next morning's sessions consisted mainly of townbeach closeouts but I had fun surfing with my long lost surf pal and board shaper, Ricky Hart, who is also working as a beloved surf instructor this summer at Warm Winds. After that, I scored small, shallow, rocky point break at the Lighthouse.
Before hitting the road I did a long cleanup from the top of the lot all the way down to the fence - easily filling two bags with trash, including hundreds of cigarette butts. It hurts my heart every time I see all the new trash that is deposited but I am hopeful that the cleanups help bring awareness from the onlookers. I also meet a lot of people who share the same love and concern for these special places.
Thursday evening's plan was to head north and surf into the sunset/moonrise; crash at one of my bestie surfer bud's in Portsmouth; then wake up early for a lil dawn patrol on the incoming tide.
I know that more waves will come - so today I'm praying for change.
First, there was the campout sessions that I had at PJ on Tuesday/Weds. I scored a last minute site at Fisherman's Memorial Campground during high-season. There were some clean waist-shoulder high sets coming through and I got a few fun ones before hunkering down for a perfect campfire. Though I wished for a compadre, there is something to be said for quality time spent with one's self.

The next morning's sessions consisted mainly of townbeach closeouts but I had fun surfing with my long lost surf pal and board shaper, Ricky Hart, who is also working as a beloved surf instructor this summer at Warm Winds. After that, I scored small, shallow, rocky point break at the Lighthouse.
Before hitting the road I did a long cleanup from the top of the lot all the way down to the fence - easily filling two bags with trash, including hundreds of cigarette butts. It hurts my heart every time I see all the new trash that is deposited but I am hopeful that the cleanups help bring awareness from the onlookers. I also meet a lot of people who share the same love and concern for these special places.
Thursday evening's plan was to head north and surf into the sunset/moonrise; crash at one of my bestie surfer bud's in Portsmouth; then wake up early for a lil dawn patrol on the incoming tide.
It was only a little a dream... that kinda came true.
Friday morning delivered more than expected - sparkly, clean and easily chest plus on the sets. Early morn was the best before the wind came on it and the tide and crowd filled in.
I know that more waves will come - so today I'm praying for change.
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July 19, 2011
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Updated MA Bottle Bill

15 Minutes of Clean
In the last few years I have been devoting time each week to cleaning my favorite surf spots before I leave. Whether it takes form in a stroll down the beach looking for debris or spending the time in the parking lots filling a bag with cigarette butts - it is a combined expression of gratitude, love and ownership and it makes me (and all who do this) a better surfer.
It is amazing what you will find in just 15 minutes.
It is amazing what you will find in just 15 minutes.
Tools of the trade. These are in the car at all times: gloves, bag & grabber tool (a recent addition + prized posession!)