Another class wrapped up last week… as usual, we had a great mix of folks here from all walks of life. Some of these guys had extra time to get to know each other ’cause they were here for a full 12 days… staying long enough to glass their new boards.


We worked hard the whole time, but stayed a little longer than we should have at the table during breakfast and lunch telling stories and listening to the world according to Yan. Over breakfast one morning he described with his Quebecker/French accent a night-terror that woke him in his tent. Dreaming that he was somehow trapped inside a hollow wood surfboard – more than upsetting since “I am a little bit claustrophobe”, he woke from a sweaty sleep. The woody color of his tent, the confines of his sleeping bag, his new familiarity with the innards of wood surfboards, all worked together to convince him that he was doomed to be trapped inside the very board that had been his focus all week. He woke suddenly, flailing ’til he freed himself – right through the side of his newly shredded tent. The rest of the campers that were staying here at the farm reported hearing him hollering and jumping around in the dark until he finally woke enough to understand what they were all laughing about.

A nod goes to our new youngest-yet boardbuilder. Witness to what we thought might be new educational levels in salty talk and ripe stories, Spencer had to remind us that “I’m fourteen – I’m not an idiot”. Guess he’d heard it all before. When we wondered at our smallest student’s choice to build one of our largest boards, he schooled us: he’s planning to have it the rest of his life. Should’ve thought of that ourselves…
We were also lucky to get in a couple of nice sessions including a great evening go-out in surprise head-plus swell. Couldn’t have been a better week all-in-all.







