Razz and I went driving down the coast looking for surf when we spotted this perfectly peeling wave at a place called Tunitas Creek. I'd been watching this spot for awhile, it often looks surfable when everything else is blown out, and this day it was taking set after set of perfect waves. I figured the main reason it's not surfed is that you have to climb down a steep hill to get to the beach. Well, that and the fact that surfline.com calls the place "Don't Eat Us Creek"....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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Anonymous said:

Little baby waves!

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Anonymous said:

eat me

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RAzzisimo said:

The waves look tame from here.
That is what we thought.
Remember...we are on top of a cliff 250 feet high looking out a quarter of a mile towards these "baby waves".
We were thinkng that the paddle out looked challenging and that the last break would be the toughest to get past.

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Ingred (non-surfer) said:

Babywaves or not-
they have my full respect!!!

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Cog said:

We used to throw huge parties there since my neighbors grandparents owned a house on the right.

Very steep climb. Also a pretty hairy riptide.

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kill bill said:

tiny

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Anonymous said:

u can feal the water in your swim soot up your vigina what a feal

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Anonymous said:

if u catch a fish stick it up your vigina what a feal and if you find any more stick then down your swim soot and feal them riggle around

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Anonymous said:

porn

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whatever said:

whatever

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dmfx said:

something fishy is going on

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23 said:

55

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Corey DeGraw said:

I'm a surfer/lifeguard in the area and I WOULD NOT encourage anybody to surf there unless they had big brass ones and a Sharkshield Every time I go there I see at least one dead sea lion with a big chunk taken out of it washed up on the beach (its right by the Faralon Islands, the biggest hangout on the West Coast for Great Whites, you do the math.) . On top of that,its insanely choppy and the undertow will take you off of your feet before you have any time to think. Hell of a place to have a party though. Nobody will mess with you at all. We had half the East Bay Regional Parks Lifeguard staff there one night. The walk isn't nearly as bad as everybody thinks. It's nothing compared to how it used to be ten years ago.

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We knew it was going to be big, there was a huge powerful swell in the water, Mavericks was taking 20 - 30 foot sets, and the Half Moon Bay buoy was at 17 feet @ 20+ seconds while the SF buoy was at 13 feet @ 22 seconds. (Quick note to non-surfers: the "22 seconds" part means it's a very thick, fast and powerful wave). But the thing about this swell (Wednesday December 17, 2003) is it was soooo clean, just perfect corduroy rolling in and peeling beautirfully. It was clean as a small swell, but amplified by at least 5. In that picture below you'd think the waves were 3 foot high, but they're probably more like 15. We figured we had a nice rip current for a paddle channel (just to the left of the below pic), and the paddle out wouldn't be so bad....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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JC YO! said:

Pussys!!

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RAzmo said:

At one point i was looking over at Alec and he was like 10 feet below me.
The ocean was really movin sista!
There were swells, counter swells,side swells,it got messy.
One minute I would be 10 feet above Alec then the next 10 feet below.
We lost sight of each other.

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Anonymous said:

scary movie VI

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sexser said:

will you shag me
if yes go to 113
coach avenyou
from a girl

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Anonymous said:

hello

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And we were right, it wasn't. Nice easy paddle, maybe 8 duck dives, and then we came to an outer bar before the clean waves breaking outside. The waves were breaking HARD on this bar, sucking out and bouncing up into the air. From up on the cliff, the view looked like just a little whitewater, easily dodged, but from sealevel and up close it's all 12 foot super thick walls of water falling like an elephant and rolling downhill fast, and the rip had deposited us right in the thick of it. We're probably about the size of a single pixel in this picture, no exageration, and the currents were pulling us in every direction.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Christy said:

Oh no!

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RAz said:

This looks mellow from my computer.
This is the cauldron. This spot here is a delightful mix of rip-tide, side current, and almost spent wave energy, i say almost.... a good thump on the back would remind you that the white water is like 6 feet and still on your heeels

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Ingred said:

Holy cow!

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Anonymous said:

if you get a boy and tell him to lick youre fannie then what a feel.
if u can't then wwt your finger and then do it WHAT A FEEL!

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To get an idea of scale, here's Scott's Creek on the same day, a few miles south. That little black dot at the bottom of the big face is a surfer.

 

 

 


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steve said:

oh boy!

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Ingred said:

boy oh boy!

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Anonymous said:

My o My

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Anonymous said:

put your ellbows on a door handel and tend u are having SEX with a boy what a feel.

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And for more scale, here's some fantastic pics of Mavericks on the same day. The whitewater we were dealing with wasn't quite as big as in the bottom picture, but it was close.. These pics taken by Roy Toft and used with permission.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Anonymous said:

snort...

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Bonnie said:

Holy Shit!

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Ingred said:

This looks like fun!

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Anonymous said:

That would suck to be thrashed by that wave!

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It became obvious pretty quickly that we should get the hell out of there, so I pointed to shore. My last image of Razz is of him nodding but not paddling, as if to say "well, obviously, but how the hell are you going to do that?" He pointed behind me, I turned and got ready to dive under an avalanche. It was impossible to paddle, since whenever we'd turn our backs there'd be another wave coming. I'd try to dive deep but still it would suck me back up and into the madness, batting my whole body left and right for longer than I'd ever experienced. I'd open my eyes and see nothing but total blackness, and I'd concentrate on keeping calm to suppress the oxygen-sucking adrenaline, and hallelujia I'd see a bit of light again and then BOOOOM another one would roll over. On one of my two-wave holddowns my leash got wrapped around both my neck and my feet and I remember thinking "nice touch".

When I'd finally surface I'd be dizzy and choking, hacking up water, unable to catch my breath. Pulling in my surfboard, I'd take 2 strokes towards shore while looking over my shoulder and then the fun would start all over again and it'd be BAAAM and I'd get sucked over and in. They were absolutely huge, I'd say 10 feet of whitewater alone, and in desperation I'd try catching a sled-ride, lying on my board pointing towards shore, but on impact it would flip me end over end and side over side and for some reason I'd always inhale way more water than when I'd dive under.

 

I'd surface with a feeling like I had water in my brain, and I'd look at the big ritzy pink house built into the cliffs and realize it wasn't getting any closer. Then I started thinking that this was way beyond control, that it was only getting worse and I was going to die. And I'd dive deep in front of another one and no go, back into the darkness for another 2 wave holddown. I was getting weak, like I was going to pass out, and I absolutely couldn't catch my breath.

Finally a smaller whitewater wave came my way, still much bigger than I'd even attempt to ride normally, but it was at least manageable. I built up as much speed as I could before it hit, then pushed my board forward and held on literally for dear life. It slammed into me and tried to flip me but then like magic I was out in front of the wave with my board skipping over the glassy water and heading to shore. The feeling of sand under my feet was unbelievable, I stepped onto the beach dizzy and lifeless like a shipwreck victim.

But where the hell was Razz?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Anonymous said:

You all are super lucky!

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Razzisimo said:

RAz was playing in the surf.

What could I do?
I was hanging out after I saw Wry get lifted and tossed like a greasy fast food bag down at Micky Dee's by that wave and was trying to find a route in to shore. He was gone I was a a little dot on the surface. So I began paddling around huge swells. Things seemed to be getting larger as the time progressed so I made a move. I was paddling in and making little headway when i turned to see a huge wave......15 footer crashing with the force of the sea fully behind it. I was trying to determine how I would make it past this monster. There is this drag in time before something terrible happens. Things appeared to get quiet, contiplative, slow. I had time to consider my annihalation. I saw myself getting hammered and washed out. "This is going to be a bad one" I said out loud to an uncaring nobody. So this wave crashes in front of me sending up a plume some 10-15 feet high. A full on explsion right in front of me. I felt like a bug.I knew i would be squashed.

I grabbed my board with all my might and hoped I could hang on... The wave hit me and immediately ripped the board from my grasp. I was sent spinning and tumbling, up,down,side to side. The board miraculously not taking out my teeth as it prodded me beneath the break I surrendered to the sea. I was calm allowing the water to spin me and hopefully spit me out. But i was not being let go. I was being held, being held down. I remember the cold flash of salty blue pass me and then turn to black. I was still getting tumbled. I had run out of air and began feeling the pain of needing oxygen. Somewhere in this fight my body took over and told me I had to breath, breath man!, even if it is water.. you have to.

I got a huge gulp of water..swallowed it took another in and began to sink once more. It's over I began to think...how am I gonna make it to the top. I need to get some air man. At some last second i decide it is possible to find my leash. I reach down for my ankle and find the cord which is attached to my ankle and board. My surfboard knows where the top is. It will lead me there. I frantically pulled myself to the top with a little plastic cord.

I made it! I tried to breath...funny....still having trouble taking in a breath...I gagged a bit then took a big lung full because there was no time to relax. As soon as i had reached the surface i was nailed once again by icy cold blues and whites. I got washed out, pinned under, pushed to the top sucked back down and held against my stongest will.

A day I WILL NEVER FORGET. It took 30-40 minutes but i did make it back to shore.. water logged and quite dazed. There was a moment while i was gulping down the ocean that I felt calm, content, almost peaceful. I got really cold then warm and at ease... thats when i really tried to get to the top. No way are you getting me today I said to the ocean...it was a struggle.

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Ingred said:

scary shit-
thankGod for the plastic cord
and your will to live...
It's the razzledazzlesuperwillpower!

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My contact lenses were long gone, so I ran up the hill to get the binoculars out of my van. The climb up was pretty hairy, hiking up a trench cut for a drainage pipe, with my surfboard over one shoulder and my other arm pulling on a rope that someone had strung along the pipe, banging my surfboard in ways I never would normally. I ran up the hill, no idea how I pulled that off, got to the top and there were two tourists taking pictures of each other with the ocean as a backdrop. What a different world. I dropped my board, grabbed the binoculars and scanned the breakers. A surfer pulled up and I told him the story, we scanned the horizon and still no sign of Razz. I called the Coast Guard rescue, they're just north in Half Moon Bay, I figured a boat could be here in 20 minutes. Maybe Razz had made it past the breakers and was swept around the point.... It was the absolute least and only thing I could do, since obviously a rescue paddle wasn't going to help. 415-556-2103 and they answered like 911: "Coast Guard, where's the emergency?"

At this point Razz had been out there at least 15 minutes longer than me, and no way would I have made it another 15 minutes, just no way. So eventually I wasn't looking for a paddling surfer, I was looking for a floating body. I described the situation to the Coast Guard, they were getting a boat ready, and hallelujia man o man Razz stepped up on the shore, safe.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Doris said:

How exciting!

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R said:

So happy that i grew up on the water and use to have "breath holding challenges" with my siblings.

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Ingred said:

You guys are insane!!!

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Here he is after changing out of his wetsuit. He had a pretty similar experience, 2 wave holddowns, finding his way to the surface only by climbing up his leash, taking gulps of water, absolutely convinced he was going to die. He said he got religious out there.

 

 

 

 

 

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Anonymous said:

Did you catch any waves?

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Betty said:

wow!

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Anonymous said:

OH F*ck

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Your Sistah said:

Whatever you do Rah, don't send this to mom, she'll flip out!

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Ingred said:

yEAH,THAT'S RIGHT!
Don't tell your mom or your girlfriend...!

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Jason said:

Awesome site! I love the interactive comments. Really cool. :)

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