Washington's Shaking Surf & Culture Report

Lost Boys & Co...

The cams look hazy, but not too bad and the winds lightly out of the west by 2.3kts.  The air is 64.1° and the water is 64.4°, not leaving much room for warming you up.  High tide was at 8:18am +3.5' and low tide will be at 12:23 +2.8'.  The buoy is reading a west swell out of 274° at 3.0'.  Look around!  Maybe 26th street?  The Cove?  It's still summer - do something, even if it's ill considered...

Regarding the photo of the Professor in his tank-top & Sting's verse on Danger Boy:

Looking at todays pic you submitted with the report I just have one question:  do you beat your wife?

TJ

(NO, never, at anything...  Ed.)

Yaaay on Mike G's rhyme themed on Danger Boy!

Professor? ... so 'splain the tatoo Boo Boo...

Marion Lagatree

(Hmmm... it's a tattoo but not a boo-boo, it's my own design, my granddaughter's egged me on, I was sober, I like to look at it when I paddle...  That's pretty much it...  Ed.)

Toe Jam:

Many years ago, Paver, majorly under the influence of far too much alcohol de Mexico, staggered across a darkened, non-moonlit beach a few Km north of San Felipe; heading toward a beached HobieCat, whereon the trampoline he would take his nocturnal slumber.  Suddenly an electrifying jolt of pain in his foot momentarily cleared away the fog of tequila.  However, it sort of simmered down, and not seeing anything obvious like a punji stick, he limped on to the Hobie.  Having passed a fitful, pain wracked few hours, at 1st light he tried to figure out what had happened.  As he returned to the campsite, he found the remnants of a mostly dessicated stingray in the sand.  All but a short stub, perhaps an inch or two of the stinger had been removed, yes, that short stub, pointing upward, perpendicular to the sand, waiting to inflict revenge on somebody, had found its target.  Deep inside Paver's foot was an inch or so of barbed stinger.  Yes, barbed, making it quite difficult to extract at least reversing the entry trajectory.  Spent the remainder of the visit, bandaged on antibiotics.  

Upon  returning stateside, Paver was informed that the stinger would be removed by cutting an opening in the top of his foot, and that he would be on crutches of 6 weex or so.  A ski trip to Canada was already scheduled, so any surgery would be postponed.  By the time he returned, the stinger had quit bothering him.  It remains within the foot, neatly encapsulated by some natural process, to this very day.
No self-inflicted Novocaine; no rusty scalpels.
G'day

(The scalpel wasn't rusty!  The problem seems to be that when I drag my foot across the deck of my board, it irritates the embedded foreign object.  The toe then swells a bit and gets a tad angry.  It calms down in about an hour or so after I get out of the water and then I don't notice anything until the next time I go surfing.  If it would just encapsulate, I'd be thrilled.  I've tried wrapping it, taping and a plastic sleeve, but nothing seems to work.  Digging may now be added to the list...  The Professor!!)

Owwweee!! Professor, why are you operating on your own toe?  Surely with your title you must have a Dr. in the house...

Marion Lagatree

(Because it was there...  Our physician of choice is Dr. Vidiboom Botts.  He is vacationing in the South Pacific.   Ed.)

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"When the surf breaks, we'll fix it..."
 The Professor!