The little red Datsun pickup truck wasn’t much to look at it. There was rust all over its fenders and it seemed the bed was a few deep potholes away from collapsing.
Surfing doesn’t follow a set schedule, say the way a football or baseball game might. There’s no printed calendar that tells you when there are going to be waves or where the best surf might be breaking on a given day.
In 1984, a group of surfers in Malibu, Calif., were worried that they would lose access to the famed Malibu Point surf break because of looming development.
The new surfboard is sitting in the corner of a room in our house. It’s a beauty, shaped to perfection by a local craftsman who has been creating masterpieces for wave riders here for nearly two decades.
A new documentary, “Broken Waves: Origins of a Texas Surf Cult,” chronicles the storied era in Galveston. The film will make its debut at the Endless Summer Galveston Reunion, set for next Saturday, Sept. 30 at Moody Gardens.
Jerry Shelton and his family have deep roots in Galveston’s surfing history, so it seems fitting he’d organize a yearly island reunion that connects the wave-riding past with the present.
Life is all about perspective and priorities, and right now riding waves has fallen to the bottom of a long list for quite a few people here along the Texas coast.
There’s always been a sort of mystical connection between a surfer and his surfboard. That’s been the case from the earliest days of surfing, whether riding the original balsa boards all the way to the present polyurethane and epoxy shapes.
The Gulf of Mexico has been doing its best Lake Galveston impression for nearly a month now. That’s been great news for beachgoers who want to swim in the placid waters and for those fishing along the beach front and the bay. But it’s bad if surfing is your thing.
For most surfers, venturing to South Africa and riding the famed right-hand point break at Jeffreys Bay would be a dream come true.