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WE’VE GOT ISSUES...THIS ONE IS NUMBER TWO Wow, intense. Graeme and I were up until 4am getting issue number one to print, and it ended up working out just fine. We figured that hand-cutting every single cover with a ruler and an exacto knife would be pretty easy...yeah right. That was 50 issues and now we’re doing 200 and I still haven’t bothered to buy one of those rad cutters the library had in elementary school. But hey, this thing is all about taking the extra time and that’s what we’re doing. We’re sticking with the hand-embossing and numbering and as long as she’ll put up with us Nina from Cold Surf Co is going to keep stitching the spine on the same machine she uses to make her bomb-proof leashes. The mag gets printed in a spare room in the middle of the night because the stuff we’re putting out is so controversial that we’re worried the cops might shut us down if we’re not careful. That’s not really true, but what is true is that I print cuss-words just because I can. You have no idea how hard it is to get our contributors to lower themselves and their writing to my level, but I promise you that I won’t give up. Turns out that people are really responding to our particular brand of foul-mouthed stupidity so I say let’s just keep it rolling. Things are a little different this time around because we actually managed to convince some more people that our rag is worth throwing some money at. The Roundabout is a little magazine in a little place packed with a tonne of incredibly talented people, and I tend to think of our advertisers as good people willing to support this creative medium. Don’t worry though, we’re still running in the red so if you see G and I drive by in a Mercedes it’s stolen and we’re making a run for Port Alberni. Anyway, last time I kind of ran out of room and trailed off on the whole manifesto thing so let’s get right back to it now. We’re trying to fill this thing with as much local content as possible, because like one of Steinbeck’s characters once said, “A great and lasting story is about everyone or it will not last.” That’s where we’re at with this. We want to bring you content that you’re interested in because it means something to you. So let’s hear from you. If you want to submit some writing or artwork that can be worked into an article we’re all ears. This rag is about the few sunny months we get out here on the coast, and it just so happens that this year marks 50 years since 1969. 1969! We’re talking Led Zeppelin I, Abbey Road, the birth of Burnaby Joe Sakic, troops being withdrawn from Vietnam, the first man to walk on the moon (hoax?), Edward Abbey’s ‘Desert Solitaire’, and to top it all off Woodstock. Fucking Woodstock, man! So go to work and do your job and all that, but be open to inspiration, be creative, and have a blast because if you do it right this might just be the best summer of your whole entire life. _db

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was a creek. This creek meandered through thick forests and grassy wetlands, where it eventually led to the big open ocean. It was a happy creek, living large with cedar, hemlock and spruce trees along side. Abundance of salal, ferns and huckleberry lined its edges, keeping it cool year round. It sopped up toxins and months of winter rain like a superhuman sponge. Salmon LOVED this creek. It was a pristine place to be born; safe and full of food for youth. They came back to it like magic, even after years of living free in the great big sea. This happy never -never land cycled for many moons before our time. And then we came along. We, as in the self-centered, greedy gluttons we can be. We paved, developed and trashed the creek until it was something unrecognizable to move water at all. After time, people thought there was no way this creek could ever have had anything living in it. And nothing did. But some wise ones knew better. With some cash, manpower, and motivation they helped this creek become what it once was-undoing years worth of damage. In the spring of 2009, over 2000 baby salmon were counted in this creek. They were heading out to sea to begin a new stage in life. This creek is called Mackenzie. You know, the one that you skate and bike past all the time. A living legend.  So listen up. When you walk along the sidewalks and bike paths of your hood, take a sec to look around you. These ‘ditches’ existed long before you did. They are a memory for that species you love to eat. They are a part of the big picture. Wake up, live conscious and take responsibility for yourselves-maybe then this world wouldn’t be half the mess it is today. Peace. _lisa fletcher

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Artwork is one of those things where you get to express your individuality. You get to turn inspiration into something tangible and leave it places so that other people can admire it and maybe get inspired themselves. This mag is wide open to artists, and when Kyeborg told me he had a friend from Salt Spring who painted boards we were stoked to get an email from Kayley-Rae who wanted a couple pages. As it turned out, she’d just tracked down some new foam-andfibreglass canvases and happened to have some stuff on the go.

Where and when did your passion for art begin? I have always been artistic; my mom has been framing my artwork since I was three. But I think the biggest artistic  milestone was when I was eight years old. On Salt Spring Island I sold my handcrafted hemp jewellery and painted river rocks at the Saturday market.... I called my stand Hippy Bling. How did you get involved with painting surfboards? Being a non-surfer myself I dated a surfer (Isaac), lived with surfers, and became friends with surfers. Painting boards was the easiest way to learn what they were talking about. Now I can say... "Right, right Bruce... he is the guy with the star on his boards."  What are the steps in painting one of your boards? 1. Come up with an idea while filming, flipping through a mag, ect... 2. Hope someone has a blank board lying around 3. Strip the board of wax and gather materials 4. Isolate myself in our "cave" of a basement suite and go nuts with tape, paint and tunes. I rarely map out a game plan start to finish because I like the board to develop as I go Are you into any other artistic mediums? By default I became the personal filmer for Isaac and his friends when they surf. I've learned a lot, enjoy it, and I've even branched off a bit into photography. Also working at Breakers we get to be really creative with our "magical-mint mochas" and "matcha-chai's." Oh, I still paint river rocks with neon colour and big girly flowers too. What influences your artistic ideas and creations? Music, other art and artists, and of course all the people I hang out with. They inspire me. How would you categorize your art? Electric and simple, I like simplicity. It's effective and the most attractive in action. Where do you want art to take you? To a happy, successful and healthy rest of my life.

JJ’s been slangin’ boards at Mort’s for so long that the guy is practically a surf shop wizard. We figured it was high time to sit him down and see what he had to say for himself. So JJ, what do you think is the secret to Mort’s success? I think the secret is that we always try to make people feel comfortable when they come in the shop. We want to make sure everyone gets a greeting and a real response from the staff and we want people to feel like they met someone who was real and not just trying to sell them stuff. I hear your old job was at Pacific Rim Resort, got any good campsite stories? Well, aside from being a campsite lackey who lived off of yogi-ing peoples coolers because the owner didn’t pay me for the first month? Laughs. I guess a good story is when there was a bear reported on the property. The owner hears about it and takes off in his big diesel truck and comes right back with a big shotgun and another little gun. So he tries to hand this

little gun off to me and tells me to go into the bushes where it is and flush it out. His plan was to just stand out in the open and cap it when it ran out. I said no, I’m not going in those bushes with a little gun wearing cargo pants and a t-shirt! How’s he going to know the difference between me and the bear? So the bear made it out of there and I didn’t end up getting fired for it either. You’ve been at Mort’s for over a decade so what the best kook move you’ve seen in all those years? You mean besides the level my co-worker wears his pants? I guess the amount of people who come into the shop trying to pretend they’re a big-time surfer like talking about surfing 15-foot Mavs or being a storm chaser. If you put your wetsuit on backwards or wax the bottom of your board in conjunction with that,

that’s the worst. That same guy K.M. talked about in her interview came into our shop saying the same thing...fuckin’ cutbacks or airs n’ shit! Who’s this Dirka Dirka Loudtalker and how can I get in touch with him? Well, Dirka Dirka Loudtalker is my alter ego when I’m drinking and I guess just give me beers. Well, beers are like paging Dirka Dirka, but shots are like having a cell phone. He’s pretty fun sometimes and uses a lot of hand gestures. If Rocket was a human, what would he be like? He would be a horny Mexi-Euro bisexual with smallman syndrome. He’d probably lean more to the female than male side bisexually though.

Let’s hear your best “living in a van” story. My van was a non-camperized ’71 Dodge with a bed in the back and rust holes big enough to see through. What’s your stance on neighbourhood dogs? My van was a non-camperized ’71 Dodge with a bed in the back and rust holes big enough to see through. It was called the Spice Van. When I first drove it out here I was coming over the pass and it was dark and the headlights cut out so I’m jiggling the headlights and the van was old so it was cough-cough-cough up the hills my cat was going mwawrl-mwawrl in the back and the gas gauge was broken so I was happy to make it out here. Another time I was driving out to Longbeach for a surf and my camp stove got knocked over in the back and started leaking everywhere and I didn’t know. My cat could smell it and started freaking out and meow

ing and going crazy until finally I had to pull over to see what was wrong with it. So I went back there and it was filled with propane. I was a pretty big smoker back then and I definitely would have had one before I got to the beach so my cat saved my life that day. Cats are cool. What’s your stance on neighbourhood dogs? Well, back in the day when Tofino was a small town there weren’t that many dogs and they could run around and it wasn’t a big deal. I love dogs, but now there’s more people and more dogs and they need to be under control. Imagine if every local dropped their dog off at the beach every morning and picked it up in the evening, what kind of beach would you have then? That’s too bad. So, barrels. You like them. That’s gnarly. What’s the deal? Why are you so gnarly? Laughs....laughs some more. I wouldn’t classify any barrel I’ve ever

had as gnarly (looks down the end of the bar where Theo is getting crazy). Theo is definitely gnarly. But I like barrels and I want lots of them. I’ve had barrels that felt good and I guess that’s all that counts. _db

“horny Mexi-Euro bisexual with smallman syndrome” f*ck you JJ

This issue we decided to do a cheap wine review and lured a few friends over to help out by telling them about all this great wine we had and how awesome it would be to drink a whole bunch and then go see No Means No show at the Legion. The criterion for our wine selections was simple: we went with reds and it had to cost less than ten bucks. We ended up buying Fish Eye 2007 California Shiraz, Painted Turtle Shiraz, Sawmill Creek Barrel Select Dry Red, Jackson Triggs Proprietor’s Selection Merlot, and Naked Grape Unoaked Shiraz. To top all that off one of our judges threw in a bottle of El Torito Tempranillo-Garnacha they bought on sale (you can’t do a cheap wine review without including sale wine), a bottle of Pink Truck California Pink Wine (a recent birthday gift), and a good ol’ bottle of garage-brand homebrew. I kind of got the impression during the cheapskate beer review that some beers might have suffered from a shitty can, so this time we did it blind and no one had a clue what they were drinking. You hobos better get your tin cups ready because we popped the tops and threw the corks away.


FI S H EY E S HI R A Z Krissy: You know it’s good when you can taste it behind your ears. Angus. It looks like grape juice. Drew: I like it...tastes kind of campfire smoky. Becky: This one’s definitely a Shiraz. Jonny: Rocket sniffed it. Krissy: It kinda tastes like my dad’s old homebrew. Jonny: I feel like I could drink a lot of this wine. Krissy: I’ve definitely had a run in with this wine and I didn’t win. Jonny: Still going down smooth. Krissy: This is definitely a cheap wine. If you brought it to your parents’ dinner party they’d be like, “Mhuhuhuh-huh.” Jonny: My parent’s would save it till last.


Jonny: Rocket only gave this one a half-sniff. Becky: It’s really light. Angus: This one’s a fancy one, it’s probably eight dollars and it’s definitely from the Bordeaux region. Dominga: I think it tastes like dirty socks. Kegan: This one’s harder to drink than the last one. Graeme: It’s less juicy. Jonny: If you finished a bottle of this you could blow a tumbleweed out of your mouth. Krissy: Yeah, it gives you pasties. Jonny: That makes you want to keep sipping it though, just to keep your mouth from going dry. Jesse: Tastes like grape juice and rubbing alcohol...multi-purpose wine. Krissy: If I’m ever drunk enough to think this one’s good I should be sent home.

Angus: Kind of dull. Dominga: It’s kind of like a mixture of the worst parts of the last two. Krissy: If you can taste it in your lower jaw can it really be good? Jonny: I think it has a good bouquet. Becky: Ugh, I feel like I just licked the butter wrapper. Not that I’ve ever done that before, but it’s how I’d imagine it. Krissy: It’s got a burning aftertaste too. Becky: After the first taste kills your taste buds it tastes a little better. Jonny: It smells good, but I’d like someone else to drink it for me. Rocket won’t even sniff this one. He likes some wine, will he drink it? No, he won’t drink it! That’s a bad sign. Krissy: Mr. Shakes likes it. Steve: It’s really bland. Krissy: Would you rather have Angus cut your hair or drink a whole bottle of this to yourself? Becky: I’d rather go for the wine. Dominga: Angus gave me a really bad haircut one time, but I think I’d still go for the haircut over the wine. Jonny: The Holy Grail might make this wine better. Wow, I got through it. I finished it! Angus: Do we have all to finish it?

R MEB EW O H Jonny: This one smells like whisky. Krissy: It hurts your glands. Becky: It smells like nothing. Dom: It has a slight mouldy taste to it. Krissy: The second sip isn’t as bad. Angus: Cheap wine really is cheap wine. I guess when you only have one it doesn’t seem that bad. Lily: This one tastes a lot better than the last one. Steve: It’s better than the last one. Angus: No, it’s thick and it’s fizzy. Jonny: I think it made Rocket’s eyeballs water when he tried to sniff it. Krissy: Mr. Shakes won’t drink this one. Lily: This one seems like the more you drink the worse it gets. Dom: I don’t really think I can finish this one. Becky: We should have a wine dumping bucket. Krissy: That last one was painful to finish. But this one, ok. Steve: I think this one gets better as you drink it. Jonny: Last word, meh.



Krissy: This, this, I like this. Angus: Tastes like vodka. Breathe out your nose after you take a drink. Dominga: I like this one. It would go well with some nice smelly cheese. I like it. Angus: It’s a very big wine. Maybe 8/10. Jonny: Rocket gave this one a double sniff. He likes the bouquet on this one. No, he won’t drink it but he was seriously considering it though. Lily: I could drink a bottle. Krissy: I would bring this to a dinner party and not be trying to mix it into the rest. I’d give it to the host. But then look at my friends. Haha, and this wine makes Dominga dance. Karley: It kinda makes my mouth feel like I ate an unripe banana, like sort of chalky. Jonny: I could probably drink a lot of this wine.

Steve: Wow, that’s awful. Drew: You know what it tastes like? Just like a brand new rubber boat smells. Dominga: It tastes good at first and then the aftertaste is like murder. Like someone just sprayed perfume in your mouth. Angus: Like isopropyl alcohol and juice. Krissy: I couldn’t think of words but I made this awful face. Kegan: Wohawgh! Krissy: Maybe it’s ‘cause you put it in my mind, but I taste inner tube. Angus: My mouth tastes like I just puked, like bitter sticky bile. Dominga: I really cannot drink this wine, it’s just disgusting. Jonny: I just had a full spine shiver from that. Dominga: It tastes like I left an antibiotic pill on my tongue. Angus: This is like the Dude beer of the beer test. Jonny: It’s wearing on my stomach right now. Karley: This wine is made for getting drunk. Dominga: This is the one that was on sale at the liquor store isn’t it? Jonny: Cheers to Hastings Street! I’ve seen bums fight over this wine. Jesse: It kinda reminds me of tubing and I like that. Krissy: I’d way rather drink homebrew than this. Dominga: I fuckin’ hate champagne!




NAKED GRAPE SHIRAZ Drew: Whoa, light fruity sweet. Kegan: Whew! I’m drinking the whole bottle. Best one I’ve had. It doesn’t dry my mouth out. Karley: I agree. Krissy: Lots of flavour. Jonny: Rocket still won’t drink it. Angus: I could chug this for sure. Dominga: I’m pretty sure that last one made my foot numb. Krissy: This one’s like when you have a really good party and everyone leaves right when you want to go to bed. It’s a perfect dinner party in my mouth. Lily: I like this one the best I think. Krissy: No one seems as angry at this wine as the last one. Krissy: Um, excuse me but why do you have the pussycat dolls on your iTunes mix? Jonny: This song reminds me of Indo Jesse: It’s got no balls. Jonny: Yeah! No balls! Kegan: Best one of the bunch.

PINK TRUCK Dominga: It tastes like Jell-o mix Karley’s Dad: It tastes like honey. Becky: Kind of like a mimosa. Karley: California women with Botox would drink this for sure. Jonny: I would definitely mix this with orange juice. Angus: It tastes like a flat cider. Like a jam. Graeme: Like terrible marmalade. Jesse: This one’s like being in junior high again when you got those two litre bottles of cider. Krissy: When you say it’s like a breakfast wine, I say only if you wake up on a park bench.

That’s the last word people. I feel pretty confident saying that Jackson Triggs probably takes the crown this time. Several of the judges thought it was good even though Rocket wouldn’t drink it. Met with considerable praise and taking home second place was the bottle of Naked Grape which was kind of tasty. Down the line in third is the Fish Eye because no one really had anything super terrible to say about it, but after the first three the decision gets pretty dicey because all the rest were undesirable in their own special ways. I figure Painted Turtle should get fourth because people thought it was bad but not awful. Should wine really give you pasties though? Fifth place goes to the Pink Truck but to be honest it wasn’t a crowd pleaser at all...sweet and pink...tastes like a one way ticket to a headache-heavy hangover. Sixth? Sawmill Creek, and it only beats the final two because they were both so bleck. Homebrew beats the last place wine but it definitely had hints of garage and whisky in the aftertaste and you definitely have to give the stuff away for people to drink it. Worst one? El Torito, and I guess that explains why it was on sale. -db

When the esteemed (?) editors of this magazine asked me to write something on the Black Hole protests of 1993 my first thought was it would be sweet if I still had the geography assignment I’d written on the same subject more than 15 years ago to give them. No dice (so they had to wait until very close to the deadline for this one, sorry guys). Back then growing up in suburban Ontario, I might have only had a conceptual idea of what a temperate rainforest was but I did know shit was going down over Clayoquot Sound. But what actually happened during that infamous summer of 1993 and in the years before? And where exactly is the Black Hole? And did Midnight Oil ever sing any other songs? All important questions, but we’ll start with what led up to the largest protest (and the largest mass trial) in Canadian history when 856 people were arrested as they tried to drag the main logging company operating in Clayoquot (MacMillanBloedel) kicking and screaming away from clearcutting the largest intact areas of temperate rainforest left in the world. The fight over Clayoquot really started in the early1980s when local First Nations and others blockaded Meares Island and at Sulphur Pass.The Meares Island protest led to a Supreme Court injunction halting logging there until treaties were settled. That injunction still stands. But the fight was on, and as logging companies ran out of productive forests to log in other areas of Vancouver Island, their gaze turned

Children as young as 11 and 12 were arrested, along with everyone from “granolasto grandmothers.”

more and more to the towering giants of Clayoquot. More blockades were staged in 1992 and 65 people were arrested after a government process to come up with a land use plan for Clayoquot fell apart and clearcut logging continued. On Easter Monday April 13 1993, BC NDP premier Mike Harcourt was helicoptered (ok, probably not a word) to the top of Radar Hill where he announced the Clayoquot Land Use Plan or the Clayoquot compromise. The “compromise” consisted of protecting 33 per cent of the Sound, 11 per cent of which was not viable for logging anyway. That meant 62 per cent of the land base of Clayoquot was open to clearcut logging (the norm at the time), or 74 per cent of the productive ancient temperate rainforest contained in this 265,000-hectare watershed. And let’s just say 33 per cent didn’t cut it. In early July, 200 people gathered on the Kennedy River bridge (2nd bridge) to block MacBlo’s logging trucks. That was the start of the Clayoquot summer and the arrests didn’t stop until September. Bonny Glambeck of Tofino was an organizer for the Friends of Clayoquot Sound that summer, and the one who thought to set up the protestors’ home base – the Peace Camp - in the clearcut known as the Black Hole. The protestors were going to set up their camp at the bridge itself, where the demonstrations took place and arrests were made, but they got wind they would be blocked by a pro-logging group. So it was the Black Hole, a scorched clearcut visible from Hwy. 4 (accessible by a logging road about a half km before the turn-off to Swim Beach if you’re coming from the junction). Glambeck said at the time logging companies would burn clearcut areas, so it was literally a sea of black stumps. This area is covered in green again now, and straight

white saplings are leading the re-growth, pushing up from the hillside. But at the time, it probably looked a lot like the war zone it woud become. While the idea behind the camp was peace and consensus, just like the peaceful nature of the demonstrations, Glambeck said it was pretty challenging to organize and feed up to 200 people a day (10,000 over the whole summer). “There was such a diversity of people to manage, from what some might call hippies to elders to lawyers and mainstream people,” she said. “There were lots of different ideas.” Under this tension there also existed strain amongst the organizers, who were getting by on very little sleep. There was a non-violence code in the camp, but that didn’t extend to the pro-logging faction, and Glambeck said they were “constantly under threat, but no one was physically assaulted.” And then there was the getting arrested part. “The arrests were a statement from the heart about how you felt about [clearcut logging],” Glambeck said. Children as young as 11 and 12 were arrested, along with everyone from “granolas to grandmothers.” People who visited the camp in support of the protests and arrestees: Robert Kennedy Jr., Tofino physicians against clearcuts, an Anglican priest, an eco-feminist church leader, MP Svend Robinson, a black bear, Raffi, an SFU professor emeritus, and of course, the Aussie band Midnight Oil, who played a concert to 5,000 people on the morning of July 15. The actions of the people willing to be arrested and all the support they received managed to attract nationwide and global attention. “I don’t think we ever thought it would get as big as it did,” Glambeck said. “I mean we hoped it would.” Several things happened following that summer, including the largest ever Canadian mass trial for the Clayoquot arrestees. Following the protests, the Clayoquot Sound Central

Region Board was formed to bring First Nations and locals together to be involved in foresty and other decisions. Under that board, alternative forestry plans were developed that set out reserve areas and more stringent conditions for logging in Clayoquot. Currently 60 per cent of the Sound is contained in reserve areas, with another 25 per cent in “special management zones.” Nine per cent is classified in “general harvestable area.” But only 40 per cent of the old growth forest in each of 11 planning units is protected. In 1999 First Nations, who now own one the Sound’s logging companies outright (Iisaak Forest Products) and have ownership in the other (Mamook-Coulson) signed a memorandum of understanding with environmentalists to protect pristine areas in Clayoquot. But the legalization of the watershed plans in 2008 sparked more controversy as enviros realized the pristine valleys were once again on the table. Clayoquot Sound was also designed a UNESCO World Biosphere Reserve in 2000, but this designation didn’t mean additional protected areas or regulations.The Clayoquot protests of 1993 also live on as a model of peaceful civil disobedience in contrast to the chainyourself-to-a-tree method. And Glambeck doesn’t rule out the same type of protests happening here again. “The old growth is continuing to be cut. I think it might take blockades again to alert the public this is still going on,” she said. Civil disobedience may again be the order of the day, especially, says Glambeck: “if there’s an intention on the part of logging companies to go into intact valleys.”

_the gatekeeper

_tommy meeks

If you want a summary of the story, then look at the back of the book. If you’re interested in an unbiased opinion from someone who reads a lot, that’s what this book review is all about. The Map Makers Opera, by Bea Gonzales I must admit the title of this book almost put me off. I stared at the cover in contemplation for days before my fingers finally turned the pages. Since my opinionated side labels most operas as romantic tragedies made for aristocrats, from this book I suspected nothing more then a boring, gender-specific, mushy tear-jerker. But as a version of the popular saying goes, don’t judge this book by its title. ‘The Mapmakers Opera’ didn’t smother me with sappiness even though the main characters suffer multiple hard times amongst brief happiness. The book was actually very entertaining, primarily due to the history upon which its characters, plot and setting were formed. The truth is history is incredibly captivating when it’s not being taught in school, which is what Bea Gonzales attempts in this novel. Against a backdrop of the early 20th century, she gives us tidbits about Spanish culture, biological exploration and exploitation, the hacienda caste system and the Mexican revolution. Admittedly, I craved more historical fact, but she also swept me away with poetic descriptions of beauty like other factual writers could never do. Lastly, this book review would not be complete without mention of ‘abuela,’ the story’s narrator. Abuela was a well-chosen aspect of the story for three key reasons: one, she intertwines fantasy and reality through her recollection of the story; two, she adds an element of mystery by keeping her true identity an enigma; and three, she makes you nostalgic for story-telling time with your own grandmother. _Jennifer Heckert

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Yes, we exist. We wish we didn’t, but the truth of the matter is responsibilities of all sorts often keep us just out of reach of surfing. The Weekend Warrior is the title we have been branded with and that's fine by us. We’re not privileged enough to live full-time in the Pacific Rim paradise, so we must frequently journey to West Coast from our eastern Van Isle homes. It’s a trip that many people curse due to fuel costs, car sickness, attention spans, or a lack of dedication. But, we don't hate it. We can't afford to. There is always a will to get to the beach, to be in the surf. So without further adieu, we are Josh and Damo, we reside in Nanaimo and this is our strict, proven pattern of surf-day events: 0600hrs – “Dude, did you check Magic Seaweed? Is it worth it?” - arbitrary question really, because it simply does not matter. Rain or shine, pumping or dead flat, we are going. When your opportunities come so rarely - you simply take them. 0630hrs – Pickup. Someone is always late (usually Josh). Most other problems have a tendency to arise at this point: something/someone is missing; someone has two right-hand gloves; the roof straps are too short; or there isn't enough gas to even get to Nanoose. But with a little thought or a lot of money, these issues are quickly resolved. 0745hr- The big city lights of Port Alberni - our first scheduled stop for coffee, tea, and some breakfast grease. The next hour & a half, we push it to the floor. Time to bond: volume increased, Ipod plugged in, sharing new tunes, complaining about the forecasts, music trivia, having a good laugh about previous sessions or the sleeping dude who's head is bobbing and weaving in the backseat and unscheduled stops for car or other sickness. 0915hrs - The driver makes a half-hearted yield at the junction, dials the locals for their opinion, and guns it for Flo. Regardless of anyone’s thoughts, we always check Flo. It's no secret how good it can be when conditions are right. Plus, Wreck Beach shaves off almost an hour round trip. 0920hrs – Standing at the lookout, not completely satisfied with what we see, someone chimes in, “Should we check Wick?” By this point, we figure if Flo isn’t happening, we should follow previous routine or some local advice and move north. The blast of fresh West Coast air only intensifies the excitement for the smell of semi-clean neoprene and fresh wax. 0930hrs – 1430hrs – Surf. 1430hrs – “Dude, sorry. I gotta be home by 5:30.” You know, responsibility. On the way across the sand, we seemingly always bump into half the people we know in Tofino and Ucluelet. Following the gender appropriate high fives and hugs, brief comments on our time in the swell, and more hugs, it's off to the car to change, pack, and go. This all used to make for a long day, but when you only do it twice a month, you embrace it. What we do is surf and more than anything, we love what we do. _Josh and Damo

I consider myself a pretty mellow guy. Sometimes I get a little hot under the collar, and it’s usually because of some rental car, or an RV, or out-of-province plates. Now I’m pretty chilled out, so you gotta hear me out because I’ve been driving this highway for quite awhile and I feel like I’ve seen a lot of things. I’ve come around corners to find that a bunch of half-wits have parked in the middle of the road and walked up to a wild animal to take its photo. I’ve driven the caboose of a 15-car train led by a pack of RV’s who cruise past pullouts like they think a pack of rabid wolves is going to pour out of the dark woods and overwhelm their Slumber Queen if they pull over. I’ve slammed on the brakes because Hank from Alberta missed his turn and decided he’d just stop in the middle of the road and think about things for a minute. I’ve swerved to miss a car snaking along in reverse because the driver missed the first turn-off for the gas station. What the fuck? Have you ever in your entire life seen a gas station that only had one entrance? There’s always TWO entrances! Always! And even if you missed it would you decide to stop in the roadway and reverse backwards towards it? Of course you wouldn’t! There’s fucking traffic on roads! EVERYONE knows that. You know I think I’m a little too worked up over it and should probably calm down now. _db

TEAM RIDERS Jamie Collins Aaron Sheare Sean Hanebury Brandon Soros Eric Timmins Benson Wishart Hemmi

SHOP LIST Tofino-Storm Port Alberni - Lace it up Nanaimo - AG Victoria- Threesixty, Coastline, One-Six Vancouver - Antisocial



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Issue 2  

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