Mountain Musings


Surf City


One holiday week that every young person cherishes, spring break, is in full swing. It started on Wednesday, March 30 and will wrap-up on Friday, April 8. Ten days of fun in the sun and frolicking on the sand, 12 days, if you count both weekends. It’s a teenage and college kid’s dream come true, a rite of passage, if you will.


I remember my spring breaks in high school and college like they were yesterday. When the 2:15 bell rang at Tustin High School, we charged out of the classrooms, headed to the parking lot and hitched a ride on a woodie for a ride to Newport or Huntington to check out the bikini-clad beach babes or hop on a surfboard, bound for a gnarly wave.


Surf City here we come, I bought a ’30 Ford wagon and we call it a woodie (Surf City, here we come) You know it’s not very cherry, it’s an oldie but a goodie (Surf City, here we come). Well, it ain’t got a back seat or a rear window, but it still gets me where I want to go. And we’re goin’ to Surf City, ‘cause it’s two to one. You know we’re goin’ to Surf City, gonna have some fun. Two girls for every boy… (“Surf City” – The Beach Boys – 1964)


My advice is don’t try surfing until you have a few lessons. Why do I say this? Well, you see, I tried it once at Huntington Beach and nearly drowned. It’s almost as pathetic as the time I tried waterskiing at Big Bear Lake back in the summer of ’59 on an outing with the boys at Mill Creek Boys Ranch, where my parents sent me for four weeks. Oh, by the way, I nearly drowned that time, as well.


Back in the ‘60s, on spring break me and the boys in the hood used to ride our bikes down to Corona Del Mar to body surf. I had better luck doing that and, as you can see, I didn’t drown.


Speaking of surfing and high school, the biggest thing that ever happened at Tustin High was when Dick Dale (King of the Surf Guitar), played at an assembly. And did I get to go? No, dagnabit, because Bobby Fickus wouldn’t shut up and my English teacher wouldn’t let us go. However, our classroom was right above the auditorium, so we at least got to hear Dick Dale and the Deltones.


So, what is there to do this week during spring break? It’s a bit chilly to swim at any of the mountain lakes, not to mention that Lake Gregory’s beaches don’t open until Memorial Day weekend. The kids could hike down to Heart Rock or go fishing at the lake. But, sorry, no bikini-clad beach babes until summer.


Perhaps you could catch a ride and catch a wave down at Newport or Corona Del Mar.


And we’re goin’ to Surf City, ‘cause it’s two to one. You know we’re goin’ to Surf City, gonna have some fun, two girls for every boy.


Keep it flyin’ Uncle Mott