Surfing Life 2017
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The best explanation of a wave<br />
I’ve ever heard was: it can’t be<br />
described, it can only be experienced.<br />
I was 19 years old when I heard that,<br />
and may or may not have been stoned off<br />
my tits on cheap bush weed, perched high<br />
up on a headland waiting for the tide to<br />
turn on a fairly remote patch of east coast<br />
real estate. I’m now far, far removed from<br />
my teens, but this explanation has not<br />
only stayed with me all these years, it’s<br />
crystallised and resonated.<br />
How does one describe a moving body<br />
of water, which has travelled hundreds, if<br />
not thousands of miles to its destination,<br />
before rising up off the shallowing ocean<br />
floor and bursting its insides up onto a<br />
sand bank, down a long point, outside<br />
bombie or inside reef ?<br />
The whole time its journey has been<br />
watched by a collective of humans with<br />
wax under their fingernails and salt in<br />
their hair, armed with computers and<br />
weather maps. They’ve followed the wave’s<br />
path from its embryonic conception<br />
IF THIS WAS A RELIGION, WE’D BE RADICAL<br />
inside the core of a storm, and into its<br />
final faultless form where it is ridden<br />
standing atop a polystyrene core wrapped<br />
in fibreglass.<br />
We dodge sharks; jump into rips, rather<br />
than avoid them; allow currents to drag<br />
us further into the abys; we dance to the<br />
beat of live reef under thick, heavy lips.<br />
The ways of meeting our maker out in the<br />
ocean are only limited by our imagination!<br />
No wonder the rest of the world thinks<br />
we’re stark-raving, mad.<br />
Who in their right mind would dedicate<br />
their lives, blowing off loved ones and the<br />
ravages of societal commitments, to chase<br />
these sometimes murderous – most of the<br />
time, mesmerising – things we call waves?<br />
How many marriages and relationships<br />
have ended, or jobs been lost, or parents<br />
gravely disappointed while we chase<br />
waves with all the fervour of a back-alley<br />
crack addict scoring a little bag of white<br />
disappointment?<br />
Hell, look at us here at <strong>Surfing</strong> <strong>Life</strong>.<br />
Devoting a whole bloody issue per year to<br />
the whole damn phenomenon!<br />
The spellbinding, untamed wildness<br />
and beauty of a lonely, perfect wave reeling<br />
down a sand-bottomed point, or A-framing<br />
into a little wedge 15 metres from shore.<br />
Whatever the perfect wave is that you<br />
play on a loop inside your head, we’ve got<br />
you covered in this issue. This magazine is<br />
a keepsake. Buy two copies – one to keep<br />
in your car, the other for your house. Never<br />
be more than 15 metres from this baby at<br />
all times.<br />
When life is giving you the screaming<br />
shits; when bosses, parents, wives and<br />
boyfriends are yelling at you to do better.<br />
Grab this little baby, and flick through its<br />
smooth pages and let it take you to another<br />
time and place. A place where it’s just you<br />
and your perfect wave and favourite board,<br />
and mind surf that fucker until all the<br />
outside noise has stopped.<br />
Because riding waves is the simple bit;<br />
it’s everything else in life which is freaking<br />
complicated.<br />
– Craig Braithwaite (Guest Editor)<br />
PHOTO: CURLEY<br />
SURFING LIFE 5