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Thursday, September 24, 2009
Saturday, April 22, 2006
Back to clark foam there are many rumours of who will step in and take up the slack.
The ever present chinese theory along with a host of other nations.
Was clark forma worried about pending lawsuits regarding maliganant mesothelioma
Some say it was just an excuse for Clark to shut down and walk away leaving workers in the dust.
Who is to say
Sunday, January 08, 2006
I was surfing my Home Surf Break Friday January 6th Cardiff Reef, and a gentleman was filming the waves from the beach, he waved me to come over after I just caught a nice set wave. He told me he could put it on a DVD for me, I said Awesome. I asked if he could put it up on the web, which is the link below. He spelled my name wrong but not a big deal
Tim Gilberg on a wave
Thanks again
John
Saturday, January 07, 2006
Saturday Morning Ron and I Decided to drive to a different surf break, It was called La Pastora. We stopped in town (Todos Santos) for Breakfast, after devouring a delicious mushroom omelet we were on the road
La Pastora is blessed with nice sand beach with fun rights and lefts and minimal crowd. To get there, go north just east of the old Hotel California. At the bottom of the hill, make a left and follow the dirt road several miles to the north. Keep your eyes peeled for a poorly posted Pastora sign and fork to the left.
The road was somewhat brutal full of ruts and flying gravel. Due to the low clearance of the mini van I cringed every time it scraped the bottom of the road.
As we reached the surf break we could hear the crashing waves, the surf was in the 7-8 foot range but the direction of the waves was causing it to close out, which in surf lingo means your length of ride is minimal and you get pounded to boot.
So we got back in our trusty steed (rental minivan) and grinded our way back to our home break.
We parked the van grabbed our boards and paddled out into the lineup. My surfing strategy is to sit outside, surf lingo again for waiting further out than most of the other surfers, positioning myself to catch the bigger set waves if they arrive
The advantage of course is that you have a shot at getting a large solo wave by yourself, the disadvantage is the guys surfing the inside section will catch more waves per session.
After about 20 minutes I peered at the horizon and noticed the color of an incoming wave turn a deeper shade of green, meaning a set wave was on the way. The ocean changes to a darker hue as if an artist was laying depth on a painting My heart started to race, there are several emotions battling inside my head the few seconds prior to attempting the wave. Not that I like to admit it but fear is one of them, watching surfers from the beach it looks fluid and effortless. Not True. When a surfer paddles for a wave they are laying flat on a surfboard inches above the water. The wave I was attempting to ride had a 12-foot face. To give you an idea lay flat on the first story of a house and look down. And remember the house is not a moving wall of water.
From years of experience there are several factors needed to make the wave, first off you need to gain speed by paddling powerfully, from a quick glance backwards you instantly need to get a read on the speed and angle of the wave, so as to position yourself.
As the critical moment arrived as it often does when I attempt larger waves, the clock seems to slow as if each second were a minute, but at the same time everything moves at the speed of light, I guess this is the true addiction phase of surfing, terror and bliss 1 second apart.
After springing to my feet as the wave begins to crest, the most critical moment is over. Standing upright you feel in total control and this is the ecstasy you glide and move at one with the waves power and energy, minute adjustment of my body weight will cause my direction and angle to flow.
I dragged my right hand into the face of the wave to slow my speed and stay in the critical most powerful section of the wave, The lip of the wave crashing with a thunderous roar mere feet behind the tail of my board.
This entire ride may have lasted 30 seconds, but in that period of time you are transported to another place.
As the wave came to its end I exited the back of the wave. Natures drug in full force in all of my being I felt as if I was paddling on air with endorphins crashing through my brain.
As I paddled back to the lineup, several surfers commented on the ride, which even lifts you to another level. A local surfer paddled up, and having watched the wave told me by dragging my hand on the wave (an instinctive move) it keep me from being thrown from the wave and he congratulated my on the best wave of the day.
These are the moments and memories that last a lifetime
Monday, January 02, 2006
Tim Gilberg
We loaded the mini van and continued on to our next surf spot, it was only 2 miles south of the first fiasco at Los Palmas. The new destination was called San Pedrito once again after we saw the sign stating RV park we pulled along another dirt road and headed west about 2 miles.
Here is a photo of the rental minivan it looked like a showroom model yesterday, note the dirt starting to accumulate after less than 24 hours in Baja. There were Palapas and a series of Cabanas past the main entry Gateway
We pulled up to the beach with nervous anticipation; we heard waves breaking before we spotted them, which is always a good sign. As we crested the sand we viewed what we had been hoping for, clean glassy emerald green surf in the 6-8 foot range.
There was probably a total elapsed time of 2 minutes as I snatched my board and ran to the water. As I dove in the surf and gild on top of my board the water was an enjoyable 76-degrees, no wetsuit needed.
There were about 25-30 total surfers in the lineup, which may sound crowded especially being on the southern tip of Baja Mexico, but this was a premier surf spot and there was more than enough room to accommodate all of the surfers.
Ron and I snatched victory from the jaws of defeat at this awesome right point break.
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Ron and I looked at each other as the Mexican landowner cursed us in spanish.


It wasn't worth ruining our trip. We could just leave and go to another spot, so we made a conciliatory hand gesture that we were leaving. He went up the hill and sat on a ledge on what looked to be his property up to the left above the mud ruts and pools of muck portion of the road.
We surveyed the hill again.

Ron picked a line through the obstacle course of ruts and muck and as we plowed upward the water splashed on the radiator or engine causing it to steam, but he did make it past the first part.
Strange how it seemed to me a mere 35 minutes ago that I thought going down this hill was no big deal. Ron gunned the minivan up the second incline zigging and zagging our way to safety. I felt a surge of relief. We got out to survey any damage. It looked good with the exception of mud splattered everywhere.
Although I don't speak spanish, I told Ron to let me try and communicate with the man. I am sure he was thinking what morons we were, but we didn't try and force the issue at the bottom of the hill.

Relieved, we could now walk through the gate with our boards. Like the US, Mexican landowners cannot block beach access.

We learned a very simple travel tip - if there are any signs you can't read and a gate with a barbwire fence, do not drive your vehicle into that area.

We were only into several hours of our second day in Mexico. This is going to be quite a trip!
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Todos Santos, which is noted as a sleepy artist colony and fishing town, sure makes a lot of noise at night!


We ate breakfast in the dining area of the Hotel California. Fresh flour tortillas, eggs and chorizo, along with fresh squeezed orange juice accompanied by the usual swarm of flies. I am known as a quick eater, so the flies didn't get much love from me.
Ron purchased a Baja Surf Guide which notated various surf breaks along with basic directions. Our destination was Las Palmas. We drove back South along Highway 19 for about 18 miles. Ron spotted the turnoff to the dirt road and we swung the minivan onto it. After driving about a mile and a half on the dusty road it sloped down and there were numerous ruts and potholes that looked ugly. Many of them were filled with water so we pulled the Van to a stop to take a look.
We got out.

After closer inspection of the water-filled ruts we, of course, decided it would be a bad idea to proceed......just kidding....why on earth would two surfers do something that made sense on only the second day of our trip?


He drove the minivan expertly through the maze of mud and muck.


We pulled the minivan up and started to unload our surfboards when a redfaced, angry Mexican in mud boots started cursing at us in Spanish. Uh, OH, Part Two tomorrow!