
I was 19 and [url=Steamer]surfing Steamer's Lane[/url] during winter break. In 1970 most boards didn't have leashes and I rode my new 6'11" fish very carefully to avoid getting the first ding. I couldn't keep up with a heavy, fast wave and got pounded while the board sped into shore. When I came up for air, the first thing I heard was the crunch of my board striking the sides of a rocky inlet. Aaargh! I swam after it and found myself struggling with a hard object, surrounded by rocks and facing an incoming set. The first wave slammed me into the board but the second pitched me near an outcrop that I was able to climb and safely wait. When the water finally calmed, I grabbed what was left of my board and paddled away.

Before that experience, I thought I was bullet proof. Afterward, I decided to use my brain as well as my strength and began learning how to stay safe.