Sunday, September 28, 2008

Little Shits

"Don't call me Runt!" photo- Wilson

This featured Little Shit has some pretty big shoes to fill. Literally. Anthony Dunn's pop's is Peter Mel, world renowned big wave surfer, commentator, and giant human. With the nickname "Runt", it seemed as though young Anthony might not live up to the stocky 6 foot+ frame of his dad. As of late, however, Dunn has experienced quite a growth spurt and it seems as though he may be ready to one day ditch the Runt nickname. Dunn has always been a frothed out grommet, with a stretched out grin permanently splitting his freckled mug, seen milking tiny reforms with his crew of little hell raisers. Nowadays, Dunn is a junior in high school, hangs with the big boys, and has been seen throwing a little more spray and dropping in on bigger waves. In fact, last Winter I saw little Dunn air drop a pretty heavy left hander at a pretty heavy unnamed East Side slab. Dunn has put on some inches, now it's time for him to put on the lbs, and with that, I figure he'll continue to turn heads and make a name for himself in surfing. He may be Dunn, but he ain't done yet!


Who's your Daddy? photo- Reuben Ruiz

Who’s on it? Ruff’s on it. Always. In fact, he’s been on it for over two decades, ruling SC since most of you were suckling on your mother’s teat. Anthony Ruffo has attained top dawg status here in Santa Cruz, achieving respect and admiration for his dedicated, all or nothing approach to surfing. From Big Sur to San Francisco, Ruffo can be found wherever the waves are pumping, and is commonly spotted sussing out obscure sandbars and reefs in his black truck. Ruff’s knack for finding nugs is a result of his experiences scouring the coast line looking for ride able surf when Santa Cruz isn’t producing. He knows this coast like the back of his hand. Speaking of backsides, Ruff’s got one of the most polished and eye pleasing styles in town. No. I’m not talking about his rear end, although homeboy is in pretty good shape. Ruff’s low center of gravity and smooth bottom turn’s are a staple at Steamer Lane, and he uses them to slingshot himself off the Slot for vicious vertical hacks and unnerving under the lip gaffs. Though he’s a born and raised West Sider for life, Ruffo is boys with pretty much everyone in Santa Cruz. This universal approach to friendship and comradery is something Ruff’s known for, and is reflected in his start-up clothing company, Allsydz Clothing. Allsydz recognizes strength in unity, and emphasizes Santa Cruz’s importance as a whole. Santa Cruz may be divided by theoretical “sides”, but when it comes down to it, we’re all a family, and all “sides” constitute one united Santa Cruz. In short, Ruffo rules Santa Cruz and beyond, and shows no signs of slowing down, so remember to respect this SC Legend.

Saturday, September 13, 2008


Close to Heaven

Within the island chain of Indonesia lies an place like no other. Long has it enticed foreign travelers, with it’s tropical clime and stunning landscape. The first outsiders to stake claim to the island paradise known as Bali were Dutch traders, who utilized the land as a colonial outpost. The first surfers to explore it where a group of young Australian adventurer’s in the 1970’s, who were stunned to find such superb surf, so close to home. Since then, surfers of all nationalities have flocked to Bali to test their skill in its challenging surf, and immerse themselves in its rich, exotic culture.

Nowadays, Bali is transforming rapidly. Development and expansion have grown exponentially, and places, which have existed for hundreds of years as self-sustaining agricultural communities, are quickly becoming restaurants and shopping centers. Lush forests have given way to concrete monstrosities, the once simple landscape reshaped to suit the needs of a burgeoning tourist economy.

For traveling surfers, this change has resulted in a kind of Disneyland experience. Not only are the waves some of the best the world has to offer, but also there are numerous options for pleasure when the waves aren’t happening. There’s no limit to the number of ways to spend your time in Bali, and depending on your individual taste and preference, it could be a many number of things.

Bali Lush's

If partying is thing, you won’t be disappointed. There’s no shortage of discotheques and clubs of every type in the urban hub of Kuta to get your groove on in. You might decide to go high class and sip Cosmo’s at sunset at the ultra expensive Ku De Ta. Or you may find the flashing strobe lights and thumping electro-house music of the Sky Garden more to your liking. After midnight and enough stiff drinks, you could always make your way to the Bounty to mix it up with hundreds of sweaty, piss drunk Aussies and other assorted foreign youngsters.

Bounty Filth Fest

For the serious surfer, trying the healthy, low profile route could pay off when the surf picks up. There are tons of places to do yoga, get massaged, and eat healthy food throughout the island, and if you’re serious about fitness, there are a number of gyms available as well. The Bukit peninsula is a perfect place to escape the non-stop partying and pollution of Kuta.

Flat Padang Padang

If you brought your girlfriend or family along another option are tourist attractions. There’s shopping galore in Kuta, and in the mountains of Ubud, there’s an unbelievable outdoor marketplace, which offers arts and crafts of every make imaginable. If your feeling adventurous, you could go snorkeling, explore the monkey forest, or even experience a thrilling elephant ride.

Local Surf Check

For the inner carp in you, there’s a golf course in Sanur to practice your chip shots.
You can always do a little bit of everything, it’s all up to you. After all, in Bali, the choices are endless, much like the surf. Speaking of which, the locations and breaks are diverse, and there are many options on hand. You could shred Canguu, a sand reef combination with wedges on tap built for silly punts. Then again you might feel like mixing it up at Kuta beach, where you can sample some pretty fun beach breaks and hit on hot European surfer girls at the same time.

Ya Im from Germany. Can you teach me surfing?

On the Bukit there are a few spots to choose from, namely Bingin, Padang Padang, and Uluwatu, all classic waves that will surely test your courage and breath holding skills. Newly discovered breaks on the Sanur side of the island can hold some serious waves when conditions are shot elsewhere.

Bukit Boyz- DP, EG, ND

Bali is a great central location for heading out into the various wave rich islands Indonesia. There’s a multitude of places to head, and depending on the swell, wind patterns, and your budget, there’s no shortage of choices. Favorites include; Lombok, Sumbawa, Mentawaii’s, and Sumatra, just to name a few. You could score, and you could just as easily get skunked, the risk is all part of the adventure. You might come back to Bali boasting to all your buddies of the perfect tubes you got at Lance’s Right, or just as easily return empty handed only to hear stories of double overhead tube’s at Padang Padang. It’s a roll of the dice.

Don't wanna miss out on this!

With all this being said, it’s easy to forget your place of privilege in such an impoverished, third world country. It doesn’t take long before you start bitching at a vendor over a purchase that may cost you a matter of dollars more. Any tourist with enough money to travel to Bali is wealthy in comparison to your average Balinese. What’s worse is that these hard-pressed people are steadily becoming poorer. This is largely due to an widespread loss of land, which is being sold dirt-cheap to foreign investors, who are grabbing up land with a quickness to build luxury villas for wealthy tourists.

To the Balinese, the chance of making a few hundred thousand dollars for their ancestral land is similar to dangling a T-bone steak in front of a starving Ethiopian. The quick payoff is far too enticing to pass up. What results, however, is the loss of land held by Balinese for generations, along with a loss of tradition and culture. Huge swaths of land once grazed upon by Water Buffalo and the vast rice paddies tended as a function of family tradition, are being leveled, turned into immense mansion complexes that the Balinese simply cannot afford.

Land like this is being bought up with the quickness

In simple terms, the Balinese are being bought off their land, unfairly enticed by foreign investors with deep pockets. This is happening at an alarming rate, and the growth is showing no signs of slowing. This reality is tragic to behold, as the gentle nature of the Balinese does not warrant such unjust treatment.

The best thing we, as surfers and visitors to the beautiful land of Bali can do to help is to spend our money there. Tourism is the driving force behind the prosperity of the Balinese, and by buying their trinkets, food, art, and services, we are helping them feed their families.
Bali is a wonderful place to visit, and if you decide to come, bring a respectful attitude, some gear to give away to the local groms before you leave, and a little extra spending money to tip your taxi driver, as he most likely needs it more than you.


Emerald Energy

The vision's one beholds while surfing are unforgettable. Throwing lips, of all shades of green and blue, pitch their curtains in stunning displays of form and beauty. Peering into the vortex of a barrelling wave, one can't help but become mesmerized by the sight. Being so close to the power of Mother Nature is exhilarating. Attempting to describe such experiences to outsiders is almost an impossible task. FJ Anderson, a twenty three year old Santa Cruz native, is using his superb artistic skills to convey such experiences to the public.

Black's Beach

FJ has a degree in Art from UCSC, and is working hard to establish his reputation as one of the premiere artistic talents in Santa Cruz. FJ's art is currently being displayed at Olita's Resturaunt on the Santa Cruz Municipal Wharf, and he also has a website at If you are a surfer, Santa Cruz local, or simply anyone who enjoys fine art check out FJ's amazing artwork ASAP!



Colombo. Stroking the Corn

There’s a fine young man coming up out of the highly competitive Santa Cruz surf community. He’s a freckled faced fanatic with a penchant for towering tubes and altitude altering aerials. He’s Jesse Colombo, and you’d be hard pressed to encounter a single soul within the Santa Cruz surf scene not familiar with the kid’s enthusiasm and surf stoke. Lately Jesse has been expanding his presence beyond the limits of Santa Cruz county, traveling to remote destinations to capture images of his signature style in action. His hard work is paying off, and by flipping through any established surf magazine, you will see why. I recently caught up with Jesse to discuss life.

NK- I just want to tell you straight off that Santa Cruz just wouldn't be the same with out you, Jesse. This leads me to ask you what you think it is that makes Santa Cruz surfers such a unique family, and what it means to you to be a part of such a close knit crew of surfers on the come up?

JC-It s cool, having good surfers to grow up with is motivating to try harder. NK- Lets get some background info goin. When and how did you start surfing? JC- With some friends at 38th when I was 10 or 11

NK- You seem to know everyone in Santa Cruz, but is there an inner crew that you usually roll with?

JC- I like to roll with Bud, Rat, Kieran Horn cause we all golf and push each other in and out of the water. also some of the kids that are younger than me get me amped too

NK- I'm gonna name some of your favorite things. Discuss each as I read them-


JC- Hard, cool if done in moderation

-The Harbor-

JC-Scary, exciting, pushing yourself


JC-Yes Please

-Bud Freitas-

JC- Flake, ripper, A-D-D to a level I thought wasn’t possible


JC- I’m the biggest one

NK- Whets your plans for the future? Are you gonna continue with the photo trips or begin to focus on competitive surfing?

JC- Both, a good result would feel nice though, I think, I’ve never made a heat

NK- How would you describe your relationship with the ocean?

JC- Bi-polar, all and all good though

NK- Any thoughts on the recent Great White Shark attack just south of Santa Cruz?

JC- Cant wait to bring Bud down there and make him surf, he loves sharks, super comfortable knowing they are around

NK- Any shout outs?

JC-Everyone, you all rip

Dress Rehearsal for his new childrens show, Colombo's Corner

SCHPOT CHECK!!! Mainland Mex

On the Search in Mainland Mex. all photos Corey Wilson

For West Coast surfers desperate to get a fix of powerful, top-to-bottom waves, traveling to Hawaii, Indonesia, or Tahiti can prove costly and exhausting. Luckily there's always the option of heading down to our wave rich southern neighbor, Mexico.


For those only familiar with the dry, temperate climate of Baja, Mainland Mexico is a completely different story, complete with lush jungles and extremely warm water temp's. The region is large, encompassing a number of states with hundreds of miles of surf able coastline.

Tequila Sunset

From peeling points to ridiculously round river mouths, Mainland Mexico has it all. Flights from California are relatively cheap, as are dining and lodging expenses. The people of Mexico may lack material wealth, yet make up for it in the richness of their culture and friendly attitudes. Miles and miles of untapped coastline leaves plenty of options for explorers searching for some adventure and solitude. Mainland Mexico serves as a great escape for any West Coast surfer looking for some cheap thrills.

Hay Muchos Tubos Aqui

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Inside You

Inside. photo-Wilson

I want to be inside you. Please let me in. I want to enter you, to join our bodies as one. I want to feel your curves, ride your currents. If you would let me, I would stay inside you forever. Once inside, time stands still, my senses numbed, overwhelmed by the immense pleasure you provide.
There have been others. Every one characterized by the same fleeting feeling of immeasurable bliss. Every time a unique experience, a different ride. Please let me slide in. Allow me to navigate your inside in it’s entirety, all the while stroking you gently, slowing my pace ever so slightly to adjust to your unpredictable rhythms.
Should I fail to tame you, the fault is mine. But that’s why I love you, barrel. Ultimately, it is up to me to see our union to completion. Therefore I must analyze your ever changing moods, plotting my next entrance. I want to be inside you. Oh, glorious tube, please let me in.

Featured Artist: Corey Wilson

Corn-Nut, in his element

Featured Artist- Corey Wilson. Age-19. Hometown-Santa Cruz, California.

Corey Wilson is quickly ascending the ranks as one of Santa Cruz's most skilled photographers. Growing up on Santa Cruz's East Side, Corey had always loved the water, and spent much of his grommethood immersed in the surf found at Sunny Cove and Santa Maria's. It wasn't until high school, however, that Corey combined his love for the ocean and photography into a career. It's amazing to see how much Corey's work has progressed, and how quickly at that. He currently is having a great year, with tons of contributions to Surfshot Magazine and Mundo Rad. Corey's got a huge future in front of him so do yourself a favor and check out some of his stunning images at-

Darshan Gooch, Puerto Escondido '08 -photo-Wilson

Question of the Day!

Henards creepin for a bargain at the Flea

QUESTION-What do you do to keep busy during the flat summer days here in Santa Cruz?

Homer Henard- "Scribe aroud the Sk8 Park. Hit the flea market..Look 4 a twinnie ....Cross training is a Mandatory!...L8night Ab workouts are a must as well...Theres always waves in the bay area if you know where to go!!! Obvys"

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Slater....We need you!!!!

Every classroom has one. The obsessed know-it-all who frantically thrusts his hand high into the air whenever the teacher poses a question. Arm erect, quivering with anticipation, nerds like this thrive off showing their cranial competency, sometimes even proving the teacher wrong. Sharing a classroom with a braniac like this can inspire you to put down your Gameboy and step up your game, if only to prove the Einstein wrong only once or twice.
This response makes perfect sense. When competing with someone whose experience and skill is on a higher level than your own, you tend to bring up your own effort and performance, as the bar has been raised. This could be said about the surfers competing against Kelly Slater on this year’s World Championship Tour. Slater is the aging vet whose untouchable talent and freakish skill just never seems to cease. He’s like the know-it- all in class who everyone wants to prove wrong, who, instead of pimples and a pocket protector, sports a bald head and white wetsuits.
Take this year’s Quiksilver Pro on Australia‘s Gold Coast, which went down in rippable three-to four-foot Snapper Rocks. Kelly was crushing his opponents, surfing with such swagger that he seemed to be almost toying with his opponents. Case in point: Kelly’s quarterfinal heat with Andy Irons. With only a few minutes remaining, Kelly had AI on the ropes, needing a combination of 9.0 plus rides. AI, despite putting on an inspired performance, buckled under Slater’s unstoppable onslaught, and had to settle for an =5th place result. To rub it in, Slater took off switch, proceeding to link up a number of backside maneuvers straight through to Rainbow Bay, drawing huge cheers from the crowd.
This type of confident dominance is exactly what the boys on tour need. Something tells me that AI was watching Kelly’s switch victory lap, and you can bet that this has fueled his competitive fire for their next encounter. Like him or not, Kelly blows up whenever he dons a contest singlet, and he similarly keeps the standard hovering above most’s heads, painfully out of reach.
Unlike his untouchable dominance of the 1990’s however, Kelly is going to have his work cut out for him to remain surfing’s gold standard. The young prospects on tour on tour are fired up, and they have made their intentions clear. Blistering performances by the likes of Bede Durbridge, Ace Buchan, Jeremey Flores, and Adriano De Souza are keeping the favorites on the defense, showing their determination to shake up the old guard.
Then there’s the Dane and Jordy show. Both young men regularly put on stunning displays of technical, powerful, and radical surfing, performances which undoubtedly leave the judges scratching their heads as how to score this new, balls-out approach to contest surfing. It’s the dream of everyone on tour to take out Kelly in a one-on-one heat, and just by being there he is creating an atmosphere that pushes everyone to attempt the unthinkable and go for broke. In turn, professional surfing has become more exciting to watch. Kelly remains the man everyone loves to hate. We hate to see him casually win everything he enters, but at the same time it’s impossible not to love the incredible show he puts on. As a fan of radical surfing, I beg you Kelly, go for 10. Until someone steps up to take your place as Boss Hog, pro surfing needs you around to keep the level

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I Love Lakey's

Sometimes just getting there is half the fun. Well that is if you consider hectic, scrambled, stress-filled journey's fun. Surf trips are a roll of the dice, and sometimes all the planning, preparation, and supposed foresight in the world can quickly unravel into a race against time and all odds. Enduring such setbacks and hardships makes the pay off that much sweeter, as me, Matt Myers, Kyle Thiermann and TJ Mikus found on a recent trip to Sumbawa.

The crew had been enjoying a leisurely vacation in Bali, eating great, enjoying the sunny weather, and surfing at our own leisure. One day, however, we got an opportunity to experience a change of scenery.We spoke with resident photographer Hamish Humphrey's and his swell reports and inside knowledge led him to invite us on a short trip to Sumbawa, an island located about an hour plane ride from Bali.

From the airport it would onlybe a two hour drive to, Lakey Peak, our base camp. This news excited me greatly, as I had heard numerous stories of the perfect waves found therein. We were all frothing at a chance to surf the Peak, a welcome change to the locales of Bali, which had lost their initial charmand intrigue. Hamish told us that we could buy our tickets right before theplane took off, and it would be a simple process. We retired the nightbefore, hoping for a deep slumber to prepare us for our long day oftraveling the next day.

It turns out Kyle had ordered some fish that had been prepared incorrectly at dinner that night. He was up all night, wretching and dry heaving, with a horrible stomach ache. Matt had to share a room with him and was similarly kept up all night by the painful sounds of Kyle's traumatic food poisoning. We set out for the airport, hopeful that after we got to Sumbawa and enjoyed some liquid therapy, Kyle would bounce back. Never the less, he sat by the window. We arrived at the airport to an unsettling realization. The ATM machine was out of money. We scrambled frantically, trying to scrape up enough funds between all of us to get us in the air. It was useless. With time ticking away, we rushed to the ticket counter to see if they took credit cards.After much conversation, they gave in to our request and Kyle threw down his credit card on the counter. We were in.

We had ten minutes until the plane took off when we made it through baggage check. We raced up the many flights of stairs, sweating and cursing our badluck, panting like sun baked canines. Our last stop before the plane wasthe metal detector. Five minutes to go. TJ had been lucky enough to forget his giant Swiss army knife stashed away in his backpack, and the metal detector went haywire. Three minutes to go. The Security Guard started rambling in Balinese, but luckily Hamish spoke the language. He found outthat the knife would have to be checked in back at the ticket counter. Two minutes. Hamish took matters into his own hands and rushed full speed down the escalator like a cheetah on the plains of Africa, and returned in a matter of seconds, bearing a thumbs up sign anda wide grin. One minute. We jetted down outside and made our way to the airplane.

Some kind of official was pacing by the doors of the plane, glaring at his watch in frustration. Apparently someone had let the crew know that we were getting there late. He led us aboard and we all let out asigh of relief. Kyle was puffing and didn't look so good. We had made it though, and the feeling was immense. The flight was relatively painless, and we got to Sumbawa in under an hour. From the airport, we hired a driver to get us to Lakey's, and we set out on our two hour drive. The scenery was awesome, rolling green hills which gave way to windy mountainous roads, dotted with lean-to huts of the most precarious builds.

We arrived at Lakey's sweating and longing for lunch, anap, and late afternoon surf. By this time Kyle looked a little bitbetter, the color slowly returning to his face. The workers at the Hotel we were staying at took our bags, and we followed them to our rooms. Just minutes later, Matt came to the realization that we had left our boardstraps with the driver. We wouldn't ever see him again, and the straps were necessary for getting our boards back home. Matt rushed outside and found a local with a motorbike. He paid him five dollars, jumped on the back of his motorbike and they tore off, leaving a giant cloud of dust.

What ensued was a high speed, highly dangerous chase, with Matt clinging for life to the driver,who was laughing maniacally through the whole ordeal. Luckily, they were able to hail the driver and retrieve the straps, but by the look of Matt's face upon his return, he had almost died a number of times. With the stress of travel behind us, we sat down to a delicious meal of strawberry milkshakes and cheese pizza, looking out directly into Lakey Peak, which was firing on all cylinders. A new life and sense of purpose was regained by all, and by this point Kyle was looking healthy as ever.Something tells me the prospect of stand up tubes had something to do withthis rebirth. We got our boards ready, lubed up with massive amounts of sunscreen, and made our way out to the Peak.

The Peak is located a short reef walk offshore, and the difficulty of the journey depends on the tide, and how much water is on the reef. Luckily, itwas high tide, so we didn't have to subject our tender feet to its sharpand urchin filled bottom. We made it out there in record time, and proceeded to trade off waves for the remainder of the day. Being the lone goofy footer of the trip, I was more than happy to split the peak with my comrades, making up for all the years growing up within the right hand point breaks of Santa Cruz. We all came in delirious with excitement, relating the details of our bestwaves, and the number of seconds we stayed in the tube. It was all time,and we had four days left! We slept well that night, our deep slumberfilled with dreams of aqua blue, stand up tubes.

The Peak at Lakey's is every surfer's dream. It's basically a playground. The right has a steep drop, in which heaving lips serve up aproper barrel section. After getting spit out of the tube, the waves bends right at you, with a wedgey ramp section at the end. The boy's were loving the chance to work on their front side tube riding skills, and it seemed that every time I looked, one of them was blasting ridiculously huge, rotated airs.

The left earned a special place in my heart. The first section is a somewhat mellow drop, which allows ample time to set your rail, stick your hand in the wave, and slow your pace for the oncoming slabbing second section. This second section draws heavily off shallow reef, and proceeds to keg out for a number of yards. After the barrel section, the wave continues its course, providing steep lips, perfect for blasting fins out turns and power carves. I was losing my mind at the chance to surf such perfect lefts, and after every session my legs were burning from the long rides.

The set up at our hotel was epic. Unlike the stressful bustle of Bali, Lakey's is a peaceful and quiet location. Every day after surfing, all wewould do is lounge by the pool, eat delicious food, and recharge our batteries for our next surf. It was great to be able to relax casually with no obligations, a blissful feeling that was relished by all. The locals were classic. Every day we had a host of eager dudes riding our coat tails, begging endlessly for stickers and offering us motor bike rides to nearby breaks. I reckon stickers are more valuable to them than gold! Once you gave out one, a swarm of his buddies would surround you, hands out stretched, psyching for the chance to get some of their own. At the end of our trip, TJ thought it would be funny to throw a stack in the air and see what kind of chaos ensued. The result was hilarious. Grown men,scratching and clawing at each other, rolling on the ground wrestling in the dirt, skinning their knees in order to get their share.

The local groms were ripping the peak as well, and they were amped to share their break with us, for which we're all extremely grateful. Although it started a little bumpy, the trip was a success. We scored insane barrels, made friends with kind locals, and ate delicious food. It felt as though we were in paradise, and we took advantage of our time there,surfing at least three times a day. When it came time to leave, we were all saddened, as Lakey's had served us so well during our stay. All good things must come to an end though, and we returned to Bali, invigorated with the excitement we had experienced, and delighted by the friends we made. It may have been a strenuous journey, but proved a small price to pay for such a memorable experience.


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