Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Sterling Hayden, "Wanderer", 1964

To what avail the plough or sail, or love, or even life-if freedom fails? 
Freedom. Freedom to what? Escape, to run, to wander, turning your back on a coward society that stutters, staggers, and stagnates every man for himself and FUCK YOU Jack I've got mine?
      To be truly challenging, a voyage, like life, must rest on a firm foundation of financial unrest. Otherwise you are doomed to a routine traverse, the kind known to yachtsmen, who play in their boats at sea-"cruising" it is called. Voyaging belongs to sea men, and to the wanderers of the world who cannot or will not fit in. 
      Little has been said or written about the ways a man may blast himself free. Why? I don't know, unless the answer lies in our valued diseased values...Men are enmeshed in the cancerous discipline of "security", and in the worship of security we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine-and before we know it our lives are gone. 
     What does a man really need-really need? A few pounds of food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down-and some form of working activity that will yield a sense of accomplishment and contribution. Thats all-in the material sense. But we are brainwashed by our economic sense until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of tim payments, mortgages, preposterous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention from the sheer idiocy of the charade. 
     And the years thunder by. The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed. 
    Dedication to the sea is the symbol of migration and movement and wandering. It is the barbaric place and it stands opposed to society and it is a constant symbol in all of literature too. 
     As Thomas Wolfe said, "It is the state of barbaric disorder out of which civilization has emerged and into which it is liable to return" 

Sometimes you read the perfect thing, at the perfect time. It scares you, it enlightens you...
it awakens something. 
We often say, "who know's" 
No one knows, absolutely no one has any idea what they are doing. And those that do, I'm sorry
Wandering
+dorybeach-

Staycation-Thanks Chris

The Trail


The Camp



Thanks for the day off you flaming asshole Chris C. 

The Trail changes tones

"Golden-Tones"

The Arena

The Fire

Was it a dream...

..because it doesn't seem to end...

and we are glad that we are awake and dreaming

This Columbus day, Dorybeach beat the heat, and the hordes of aggro extreme bro's swarming the high performance breaks, and took a step back in history to the sand shores of San Onofre State Beach. "Full of fatso's and wanna's" Miki Dora once said, and that's just fine with us because that day, we caught about a hundred fun head high point-break waves, slept in a hammock, drank a good her and shared a few with many a fine human over a warm fire, and avoided the black plague. 

Success
+Dorybeach-

Monday, October 13, 2014

Off Weekend


                    




         

Dorybeach went out on individual searches this weekend...
we haven't seen everywhere, but it's on the list


Dory-verse-Beach

Sunday, October 5, 2014

Siesta Season


Saturday 10.3.14

Southern Sunrise 5:00am

Southern Sunrise 5:30am

Southern Sunrise 5:33am

1 : 11:34 am (we got out from session #2)

2 : 12:00pm (we went surfing again immediately)

Awaking from a sun-induced Siesta...we are unsure if we were dreaming...it just seemed too perfect, and appropriate
2:34 PM

4:00 pm We find peace amongst chaos

4:04 pm we are momentarily interrupted by literal hell on wheels

5:20 pm we decide the noodle arms are cooked, and turn to burn

...time not important
we eat churros

You live your search, and we will live our's
Up early, out there, back late
Hope to see you out there
+Dorybeach-