The surf was forecast to be 7-8 feet, initially. As the time to depart drew nearer the forecast was scaled back further and further until I thought our Ventura cabin by the sea was a bad idea, what else was there to do in a tiny enclave of houses trapped by highway? The forecast stayed small but the waves came in large and strong. Sometimes when you put some faith in nature and long-distance surf forecasting things just work out. But, you would not believe how cold that water was. Each of us were desperately under-insulated in 3/2 wetsuits, at least Jo-Roxy and I had booties. The water just refuses to warm up this year.
From the cramped cabin, to the open space of Joshua Tree where there is no excuse to be cramped – why else be out there? We ate at the Crossroads Cafe, again, because the waiter there is sunny in a way that brightens our days. It’s interesting introducing people to the high desert, I think a lot of people have an expectation that everything out there is going to be all trippy and more of a “What is this that’s happening to me” experience, but really it’s just quiet and peaceful. Soon enough you get so quiet and peaceful that you’re thinking a little different to before – you’re slower, calmer, more comfortable. That’s the power of J-Tree.
Donald. It’s hard to know what to say about it. This is where my father’s side of the family has been for generations. Nearby towns Boort, Wycheproof, Birchip and Charlton come up frequently in conversation but I’ve never visited them. I find it almost impossible to believe there is anything past the flat fields that spread in every direction like a flood. My Dad grew up on a farm, which is mostly sold now. My uncle and aunty live in my Dad’s childhood home on the last 300 acres.
My Dad purchased a spare Volvo as a parts car for his other Volvo. He’s storing it at the farm. We drove it up there, I suppose it’ll be its last journey.
Not on the trip of a lifetime, on a lifetime trip. Writer, traveler, gentleman surfer.