Wetass Lives–Tim Bluhm: Here’s a guy who’s got it nailed (thanks to Karl in DC for tipping me to him). He’s a San Francisco musician and outdoorsman, and he’s currently surfing, hiking and skiing his way across the Golden State. He’s posting a diary called the “TB Sessions” of his adventures and non-adventures that is understated, offbeat, and occasionally just weird. Which is to say, it’s a lot of fun to read. Here’s his latest report, “Eggs At Montara”:

“Mark Kafoury and I headed out to Montara. I kind of knew better, and I had passed Pomponio and was glassy, if tiny, but Montara was more on my way. There were at least fifteen guys spread out along the beach and it was crummy at best. The wind was onshore and the waves were small and mushy and the sky was grey. The sand there is singular,though, in its consistency and color. It is large sand, but very even and smooth, and it it almost orange in color. It is worth going to Montara to see and feel it even if the waves aren’t that good (which is usually the case.) Also of note were six chicken eggs sitting in the sand near where we changed into our suits. I have picked up a lot of trash on beaches and seen some odd items, but this was near the top of the list. It isn’t even close to Easter.”

Don’t think I’ll be travelling cross-country to check out the large sand at Montara. But it’s always nice to know it’s there…



Do chickens surf…?