
Hello, old friend. Photo: Ray Collins

Surf spots are like people. Some have solid foundations, some shifty. Some let their environments throw them into a tantrum, others reliable in the stormiest weather. Some of them are gazed upon with awe. Some are disregarded immediately because of poor reputation. We make friends with them, or they leave us with a poor taste in our mouths, or we forget them quickly. And some, of course, we never forget.
Sometimes, we fall in love with them and spend our lives trying to understand and keep that love. Sometimes it’s unrequited. Sometimes. Some of these people are terribly moody – on their best day and behavior, they can be a golden example of what a person can be. On those bad days, moody and salty. You know you should stay away from them, but you can’t.
However, those kind of people, and surf spots, are the best we can meet. They teach us and can show us little, shiny glimpses of beauty, or remind us that it ain’t all good all the time. They can be our best friends, like people or surf spots.