These
are the Chronicles of Famous Surf Writer Ben Marcus and his trip
into the Wilds of the Alaskan Frontier.
Latest Update: October 9, 2000
9:27
- 00:30 ROOM 3 AT THE DRIFTWOOD INN, HOMER, ALASKA.
Okay,
okay, I'm still in Homer. Sue me.
Truth
is, I'm glad I stayed in Homer, because all that yucky weather has
disappeared, and left blue skies, snow-covered mountains, volcanoes
on the horizon and even a bit of surf.
Man
oh man, this place is just spectacular on a day like this. The weather
is as A+ as a perfect winter day in North Central California, but
the scenery is surreal: glaciers, volcanos. Epic.
All
that wind yesterday kicked up some swell inside Cook Inlet, and
there are perfect, one-foot waves breaking all along the beach in
front of the Driftwood Inn. It looks a little like Hanalei Bay in
the next ice age.
If
this were open ocean, Homer would be a surf spot. But I don't know
how big this place gets, just on local winds. It has shape.
Anyway,
this is Blue Monday after Black Sunday, as in Black Sunday for Bay
Area Sports Fans.
Yesterday
I watched the Giants, the 49ers and the Oakland A's all lose, and
lose big.
After
all that, the Giants got creamed, shut down, obliterated. They were
one-hit, and almost ended up on the wrong side of history, nearly
getting Perfect Gamed by the Mets.
The
49ers showed flashes of past greatness, but lost when they missed
a field goal.
And
the A's battled back from a 6-run first inning deficit, but couldn't
pull it.
The
only consolation was that the Raiders won, but who cares about the
Raiders, and they had to beat the 49ers to do it.
I'd
love to see the local San Francisco news and newspapers today. This
was almost as horrendous as the earthquake.
After
watching Oakland lose, I went outside and photographed a pretty
spectacular sunset. (see attached photo). Then I drove around Homer
and found a Mexican place to eat. Then I came back and watched a
Steve McQueen movie.
I
was watching Yojimbo around midnight when the cranky lady with the
club foot kicked me out. I should have protested because I'm a paying
customer and all that, but I didn't.
I'd
like to see Yojimbo in full some day.
I
slept in the motel room last night. Sorry Donald. I'm just a big
sissy.
Now
it's Blue Monday. Blue because of the Giants, but also Blue because
of the weather. It's beautiful here today, but time for me to push
on. No more TV and baseball vicarious emotion to hang around for.
The tides should be right for a little steelhead flailing on the
way out, but I am definitely on my way out.
It's
Anchorage by nightfall. Maybe in time for the tidal bore.
I'm
going to spend the hours until 12:00 check-out time working on my
Local Knowledge column for swell.com. I told those guys that I could
work from the road just as well as from Tiburon or anywhere, so
I'm trying to prove it with these Local Knowledge columns. I'm going
to call Jeff Clark and Peter Mel's wife and Anthony Ruffo and Wingnut
and anyone else I can think of and get the scoop on surf happenings,
North Central California style. I'm curious about the after-effects
of the shark attack at Mavericks, and I'm always curious about what
is going on in that magic strip between San Francisco and Carmel
Then
I'm on the road. I'll fish on the way out, and try to get to Anchorage
tonight.
I
have to think about getting out of here. I can only imagine what
this rainy weather in Homer is doing in the Arctic interior of Alaska.
Peter
Otsea has been telling me to get chains. Yuck.
I
need a Humvee.
That's
all for now. Hopefully Mr. Mysterious will post the photos I sent.
They are, as I have said, pretty spectacular.
Au
revoir.
Send
e-mails. You people are slacking.
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