Surf's Up with Sophie - 2008 Mavericks Surf Contest
Helicopters buzzed and waves crashed as Sophie and I braved the 2008 Mavericks Surf Contest today. After a rough night for us and with the day starting out dreary and cold, I had second, third and fourth thoughts about getting in the car. But, I'm really re-committing to the reasons why we live in the Bay Area, including the amazing outdoor experiences available. So, off to Half Moon Bay, we went.
And, I couldn't be happier that we did. Along with hundreds of other spectators, surf fanatics, and the pre-requisite stoners, we first checked out the scene from atop the bluff overlooking the Mavericks' sets. Normally, when we hike there, we barely see a soul, but the bluff was packed. I was able to watch a couple of surfers drop in on some of the smaller waves and feel the thrill in the air as people ooh'd and aah'd at the physical and mental feats these surfers achieved. There's nothing like seeing a tiny spec of a human catch a massive, 30-foot wave and actually stay up on it!
Then, we headed down to the beach area, where we normally like to let Roxie run wild. Thankfully, I had the brains to leave the pooch behind (though she looked quite forlorn) because I had my hands full with Sophie. The harbor-side of the beach offers a mellow tide, and Sophie wanted nothing more than to race into the water...in January...in Northern California.
I finally broke down, took off her shoes and rolled up her parents. She had a ball, squealing with delight when the water lapped at the shore and loving it when she moved fast enough to get up to her knees in it. Of course, I was feeling like a terrible parent until I saw about five other kids in various states of undress wading and playing in the water.
I did manage to convince Sophie to move past the harbor so we could actually get into the maw that was the Mavericks beach scene. It was packed! Hundreds of people crowded around the big screen to see the surfers attempt to catch and ride these monster waves, which, by the way, were considered small this year! At this point, the fog had completely burned off, the sun was out, and we were stripped down to our last layers. We made it around the bend, getting a shore-level view of the contest. High tide was rolling in, so we didn't make it there very long. After a couple of close, sweep the baby up the arms, calls, we headed back to the car.
Now, I'll admit that I expected the worst in traffic, parking and more. Luckily, we left early enough to miss most of the traffic, and the contest organizers did an amazing job to limit traffic snarl, by turning a local airport into a parking area and having rounds of school buses drop folks off in Pillar Point. Again, could not have been happier about making the effort...which is usually the case when we do.





