Tofino Surf Trip
Jake kicked the ocean's ass. He was catching waves like mad. The Pacific was angry over the past couple days. There were many surf schools on the beach. The students each wore neon pink pinnies and carried blue longboards. Like baby sea turtles, the students cautiously entered the water, knowing some would make it and some would not. The runts, unable to stand in the deeper water get pummeled by the waves and make no headway. The stong heave their heavy boards over the waves and position themselves to catch a sloppy, whitewash wave. Success, they raise themeselves upon their door wide boards and sail to shore.
At times I felt like a runty turtle. My board is a little too small and unstable; that makes it hard to catch a less than perfect wave. Maybe I should change my spirit animal from "Scuffy Owl" to "Baby Turtle". I was having such a tough time it came down to thinking about those lame mid 90s "No Fear" shirts for inspiration.
Tragically when Jake was dropping me off at home his shortboard fell from the top of the truck. The board's aggressively pointed nose was damaged in the fall onto the pavement.
We camped near the dump just outside the provincial park boundry. Surfers just head out there and pitch tents. We 4x4ed down a trails and found some good spots.
But the site didn't have wi-fi.
They don't call it Long Beach for nothing.