One of this break’s usual suspects slip slidin’ yesterday afternoon on a stubby little finless creation. While everybody else out there was doing their best to follow the all too typical aggressive slash and rip style, powered by differing levels of skill, some ripping others flailing, he was sliding along with a degree of smoothness and a touch of soul that I think are too rare a thing these days.
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“He may be just a tramp, a guy that likes to roam about this great country without any special aim, just to thank the Lord for these beautiful mountains.”
-B. Traven, The Treasure of the Sierra Madre
“. . .here, where there are still the silences and the loneliness of the earth before man, . . .”
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Jack Elliott's Santa Barbara Adventure