Inland blog

So, I usually notify my minders over in the editorial department whenever I travel inland. It isn’t as much about me being a slacker — which of course I am — as it is my desire to spare you, Dear Reader, the shock of what occurs when you go there. But, being your full-service Surfblogger, I feel it is my duty to now report what I believe will come out eventually anyway.

Did you know that if you get in your car and drive inland for a while, if you stop your car, get out, turn around and look back the way you came, THERE IS NO OCEAN.

I know — freaked me out the first time I did it. So, I report this so none of you guys have to go there to find out what happens. There’s basically like rocks and hills and trees and stuff. You could ride a skateboard, but everyone knows it’s just not the same thing, so why bother.

But they do have food and places to sleep and all, so it’s not that bad if you don’t think too much about NOT SURFING.

Other than sparing you the trauma of going inland by doing it for you, the other thing I have done is gone inland. Which means I’ll probably be the designated surf sacrifice and there will actually be something to ride this weekend. I’m not even bothering to look at the swell models. The sheer karmic imbalance I’ve created by leaving the coast is sure to stir up something more than flat. Happens every time. So wax up — this one’s on me.