The magic of surfing.

What is it about surfing that brings you back for more?

When you’re still in the learning stages is it simply the challenge of mastering the act itself?

Once you get proficient at surfing is it because you still have a move you want to pull off so you keep going back to perfect your moves?

Is there some body chemistry stuff that the physical part of surfing, exercise, that you become addicted to that makes you go back?

Is it the rush from taking a serious pounding and you still over came the situation?

Can it really be just the thrill of the ride?

Honestly I sure don’t know. But, what ever it is sure can get a grip on you and not let go.

This past month I’ve had some great experiences surfing that have only added to my interest of riding waves. One was a day trip to Santa Cruz island surfing that was my first ever trip there. It happen on a day that a nice south swell was peaking so we got some really good surf.

The day started at 4am in Ventura Harbor to board the boat with boards, bodies and gear for the out bound trip. Still dark we left the harbor with the plan of reaching our destination early for a good full day of surfing.

The weather was nice, sunny and warm. Though when we first arrived at the surf spot and set anchor there was still just a little cool in the morning air. So I held back on the boat and let the morning sun warm things up while I watched the surf and planned my go out. Having never surfed the spot I wanted to get a feel for the rhythm of the place and see how the sets worked and how the crowded moved in the lineup.

Finally I could hold back no more, suited up, threw my board off the boat, jumped in after it and paddled over to the lineup. I took it slow… I had all day, but found a few waves and began to settle into the spot. After about an hour and a half I began to realize the sun was baking my face and thought I’d better go back to the boat and add more sun block, which I did.

Sun block, some water and a hand full of crackers… I’d be surprised if it was 15 minutes and I was paddling back to the line up. The sun continued to climb in the sky, the tide continued to fill the reef, the surf continued in size and consistency, the crowd continued to thin out and I continued to have the time of my life.

Finally on my way back to the lineup after another great wave I realized I’d been surfing at least a total of 4 hours and except for the hand full of crackers hadn’t eaten all day and that may be why I was feeling a bit weak. I really didn’t want to stop surfing but I needed to eat before I started getting sick. So I paddled back to the boat.

After getting out of my wet suit and lunch it was late enough to think about the trip back. We pulled up anchor and motored our way around the island, across the channel back to the harbor and home.

It’s easy to think ‘yeah a trip like that will definitely make you want to surf more but what happened yesterday leaves me with the same feeling.

My son called about 5 in the afternoon and asked if I’d like to go for a surf… funny he caught me while I was in the process of getting my gear together for just that. He came, picked me up and we headed for the point.

Yesterday was the second day of a south swell we’ve been having so there was a little surf. Not real organized due to a small wind swell crossing things up in our area but still some head high and slightly larger sets to mess with. And I got lucky, after 30 to 40 minutes in the water I got a great set wave that was perfect for a series of bottom turns, turn backs and snaps that made the go out all time.

That one wave, that one ride will stick in my memory the same as that whole day surf adventure to Santa Cruz…. the magic of surfing.

D.R.