tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616099164434428801.post3900173116868477673..comments2023-04-13T08:26:06.249-07:00Comments on Raw waters in cedar: Toasted bacon and eggGazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17288152861103454779noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616099164434428801.post-11936166726197756562009-03-20T15:55:00.000-07:002009-03-20T15:55:00.000-07:00I love stories about fathers and sons. love your p...I love stories about fathers and sons. love your photos tooAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616099164434428801.post-24106453191930456952009-03-20T15:39:00.000-07:002009-03-20T15:39:00.000-07:00Nice story Gazz. It seems dads can read us like a ...Nice story Gazz.<BR/> It seems dads can read us like a book they once wrote themselves. My dad was only 20 when i was born, so from the time i was off the tit i was his partner in crime. The stories come flooding back when we get a couple beers in the both of us.Blown Off Shorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09537420687476206651noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616099164434428801.post-45931811544617292009-03-18T21:15:00.000-07:002009-03-18T21:15:00.000-07:00Ha!Ha! Funny story PK, sounds quite true too, Saff...Ha!Ha! Funny story PK, sounds quite true too, Saffas love to argue their politics, god knows we had reason to!Gazhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17288152861103454779noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616099164434428801.post-53349963682044120152009-03-18T21:07:00.000-07:002009-03-18T21:07:00.000-07:00I remember in the mid-80's, hiking into Shi-Shi be...I remember in the mid-80's, hiking into Shi-Shi beach from Neah Bay and camping with you and your Dad. Over the campfire that night, you and he got into a rip-roaring argument over some obscure South African political difference. You both went to sleep pissed off at each other. The next morning, before we went surfing, I believe you made him his tea first. You may have had radical political views, but you were a good son...PKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08766634009354964517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616099164434428801.post-64000048003008502782009-03-17T14:15:00.000-07:002009-03-17T14:15:00.000-07:00Cool memories Cedar...Cool memories Cedar...pushingtidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06185860920077265728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616099164434428801.post-87649629887262758212009-03-17T10:33:00.000-07:002009-03-17T10:33:00.000-07:00great story. great photos!great story. great photos!Chuck Z. Vespuccihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12003561052786122778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616099164434428801.post-23001554372582613742009-03-17T06:18:00.000-07:002009-03-17T06:18:00.000-07:00That was good Gazza! It reminded me of my dad.Wher...That was good Gazza! It reminded me of my dad.<BR/><BR/>Where I grew up in Oahu Hawaii, there was a canal behind our house than ran into Kailua Bay. From the roof of our house, you could see Flat Island offshore and if there was any whitewater around Flat Island, there were ridable waves. You had to climb a tree to get on the roof of our house and run down the length to get a good look. My dad died last year but he used to complain that he could never sleep in on weekends back then because all my surfer friends and me were (loudly) running up and down our roof early every morning doing a surf check! fingerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11007075685888915496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616099164434428801.post-23887120632841996352009-03-17T03:21:00.000-07:002009-03-17T03:21:00.000-07:00ha. a great read this early morning. my Dad doesn'...ha. a great read this early morning. my Dad doesn't really know much about the ocean or the beach having grown up in the Andes but I can certainly remember some classic moments. thanks for the story.rashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02151005500315869172noreply@blogger.com