And the winner is . . .

29 04 2010

Courtesy of San Diego Fabrication

Pier_rat.   Pier_rat figured out the relationship between the T Street beach shot and the San Mateo Creek flowing photo, the question posed in the “Trestles Dirty Little Secret” posting below.

According to Pier_rat, the answer is:

”No. F$#!ing. Sand.” (edited–this is a family blog after all)

Pier_rat obviously observes the beach on an ongoing basis.

The secret is where all the dirt goes and how it gets back to our favorite beaches.

The winter of 2010 was tough on our Southern California beaches.  The photo of T Street shows just how close the water came to washing up on the railroad tracks, not to mention the cabanas and lifeguard towers and fire rings.  It’s not that the water was that much higher than normal, though it was a typical high spring tide (the term used for the tides that have the greatest difference between low and high tide).  The problem is that a lot of the sand beach was washed away by the strong storm surf and high tides.

The second photo is San Mateo Creek flowing out to the sea back in March.    Just think how much sand got moved from inland tributaries, down the creek, onto the beach and into the surf zone during our El Nino storms this year.

So, whatever sand got washed out to sea during the winter, hopefully will get replenished when the south swells start pushing the sand back up on the beach.  Unfortunately, we have changed the shape of the shoreline with piers, groins, and harbors over the last several decades.   This activity may not stop the flow of sand up and down the coast altogether, but it definitely changes the patterns.  So, what used to be wide sand beaches may never quite be the same after the storms.  Those beaches are now washed out onto the coastal shelf or moved miles away to another beach.

To make things worse, experts say that the concrete-lined channels inland, along with small and large dams, choke off the flow of sand from the mountains to the sea.  So, the sand that used to replenish the beaches over the years just never quite makes it all the way down the creeks and rivers anymore.

We’ll take a closer look at sand flow in our Hydrogeomorphology 102 posting in a couple days.  That’s when we’ll look at the “micro” effects of water flow across land.

In the meantime, feel free to share the Trestles dirty little secret with your friends.





The Few, The Proud

25 04 2010

Driving around town, one can’t help but to be proud of being temporary home to so many courageous, admirable young people who choose to put on the US Marine uniform.  Whatever the reason, they do something bigger than themselves for a significant portion of their lives to serve the rest of us.  That in itself is sacrifice.

Shane Barela

Sometimes they even give up surfing.  Recently, Shane Barela, from Hawaii did just that.

Here’s a little piece on who he is and what he is becoming.

http://www.marines.mil/unit/tecom/mcrdsandiego/Pages/Prosurferswapssurfboardforrifle.aspx

Well done Shane.  Stop by Trestles and join the Crowd!





The Trestles Dirty Little Secret

25 04 2010

So, can you tell us what the relationship is between these two photos?  Give us a short, but complete answer and we’ll share it with the rest of the Crowd.

T Street in Early 2010 at High Tide

San Mateo Creek Flows to the Lagoon

The answer is obvious if you think about it a bit.  And, we can only hope that summer is just around the corner.  Got it?





Rollin’ Surfer Style

22 04 2010

Classic Ride

Surfer cars have always been a little quirky; we like it that way and so does everyone else.

You don’t see many flashy muscle cars flying down the freeway, doin’ 90 with surfboards strapped on top.

No, more often than not you see some old beater, jammed with boards, wetsuits and people, grinding gears trying to keep up with the minimum speed limit in the slow lane.

Vintage '67 VW Squareback

That’s the way surfers like it.  It comes from the rebel or anti-conformist mentality most surfers relish.  The more other people sneer and laugh, the greater the sense of accomplishment we feel. We paddle against the wave of popular fads and drop into our own groove.  What’s funny is that society ends up trying to emulate the very anti-social styles we fall back on.

Cars may be the only exception.  For instance, Volkswagen Squarebacks never really took off with anyone but surfers, penny pinchers, and struggling single moms.  Yet, in the ’70s Squarebacks, and their cousin the VW Microbus, were the rides of choice for surfers.

2003 F150 Supercrew ManTruck

Aside from the earlier part of this decade, when even surfers got sucked into the vortex of excess, surfers have generally chosen their cars based on low key image, good mileage, and practicality.  Not sure how we all ended up with super trucks for those few years.

All that to say surfers are back to their practical roots.  Now, we choose from Toyota Prius’, Honda Fits, Mazda 3’s, Scion XB’s, Honda Elements, and a wide variety of economy sedans.  Just because we can buy expensive, oversized cars and trucks doesn’t mean we should.  So, we don’t.

Again, surfers are taking the lead on style, unintentionally.  Small, fuel efficient, low emissions.  That’s the next big wave of riding in style, surfer style that is.  The world will follow—maybe.

Right Sized for Carrying Surfer and Surfboard





Not Really Localism

19 04 2010

When does localism turn into justice?  I thought about that all week.

On a recent Sunday morning, a guy showed up at Uppers with a longboard and proceeded to take off in front of, behind, and on top of just about anyone who got in his way.  He’s actually a pretty good surfer, but he almost instantly violated every rule in the Surfer’s Book of Etiquette as soon as he hit the water.

Ultimately, a group of enforcers circled around the violator and drummed him out of the water, without violence, only words.  He stuck around on the beach for awhile.  I’m not sure if he went back out once the crowd thinned out.

I have always taught my sons that when you go out at a spot other than your own, you always need to respect the guys who are there day in and day out.  Be calm, be patient, make friends, encourage and complement appropriately.  Wait your turn and you’ll get your share of the waves.  I strongly believe in respect.  Evidently, this guy’s dad didn’t train him the same way.

The week’s consternation came from my other strong belief that pure “localism” is totally against the surfer’s creed and is wrong.  Nobody owns the waves no matter how often you surf a spot.  Brad Melekian has done several great articles on the subject in Surfer Magazine over the years.  Localism is really a menace.

Was the drumming, which I actually supported, an expression of the localism I can’t stand?  Was I guilty of the same attitude I criticize?  Was I a hypocrite?

I think it all comes down to what was in our hearts when we meted out the consequences.  Knowing the guys involved in the drumming, I believe the actions were just natural consequences for the behavior of the drummee.  So, in this case, it wasn’t localism; it was simply justice.

Hopefully, the violator doesn’t behave such all the time.  He is welcome to come try it again, but just like the kid who stole the candy from the drugstore on his last shopping trip, he will be watched closely to see if he repeats his antics.

In the meantime, come join the Crowd, but bring a lot of respect–we’ll return the attitude.  Justice will prevail.





Trestleglyphs–The Writings of Surfers

13 04 2010

Surfers are people of few words.  But, when they use them, they go deep—sometimes.

For decades, the trail to Trestles has been the surfer’s canvas.  The names have changed, but the messages have carried age old themes.

Somebody Must Have Lost Some Money Last Year

One has to burn the images into photos, because the paraffin messages evaporate with the next hot day.  How I wish I had carried a camera years ago.  So many wise adages gone forever.  But, let’s take a look at a few of the current memoirs.

There seems to be a great deal of negative energy coming from some.  Others build on each other–kooks writing about kooks.  Others are written by friends about friends, but want to sound like they hold a grudge.  The best ones are random–something  about clothing styles?

The Surf Is Good But The Crowd Isn't? Surely, they don't mean the "Trestles Surf Crowd"

By One of Richie's Fans

Written By A Kook To A Kook

About A Crowd Of Kooks

Golf Shirts or Wetsuits?

I think you get the message.





More Video From the Trestles Crowd

9 04 2010

Wake up. Wake up.  You’re breathing heavy and thrashing about.

Huh?  What?  Oh, sorry, I must have been dreaming.  There were these thick mountains of water . . .

Watch this video for a couple minutes and you’ll find yourself leaning side to side and with a bad case of restless leg syndrome.  You can even smell the salt air.

Mark sent it along to give you another perspective of that epic day.

Nice work Mark!  Break out the pintails.