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My pastor gave me the boogie board
Two-four-footers south of IB pier
Scott: “I’m done for today — I cracked my neck.”
Name: Scott
Age: 59
From: San Diego
Location: Imperial Beach Pier
Occupation: Staff at Sharp Grossmont Hospital
“I went over a wave and I heard a crack,” said Scott, as he snapped his fingers and moved his head side to side. “I’m done for today — I cracked my neck.”
I waved to the red truck passing by us in the sand, and asked Scott “Do you wanna talk to one of the lifeguards?”
“I’m ok,” he said, as he unleashed the wrist strap of his Morey Mach 7X boogie board.
The waves today started out as two-footers, then when Scott munched it and got caught up in the turbulence underneath — he said they were up to four feet.
“It’s great when I ride the wave sideways on the face,” he said, “and I can go for a long ways.”
When the pastor of Scott’s church had to move to Texas four years ago, he gave Scott the Mach 7X.
His favorite spot to ride the waves is south of the Imperial Beach Pier. “Last week we had six-footers, but today’s two-four-footers are a lot easier to get out to.”
Here's something you might be interested in.
My pastor gave me the boogie board
Two-four-footers south of IB pier
My pastor gave me the boogie board
Two-four-footers south of IB pier
Scott: “I’m done for today — I cracked my neck.”
Name: Scott
Age: 59
From: San Diego
Location: Imperial Beach Pier
Occupation: Staff at Sharp Grossmont Hospital
“I went over a wave and I heard a crack,” said Scott, as he snapped his fingers and moved his head side to side. “I’m done for today — I cracked my neck.”
I waved to the red truck passing by us in the sand, and asked Scott “Do you wanna talk to one of the lifeguards?”
“I’m ok,” he said, as he unleashed the wrist strap of his Morey Mach 7X boogie board.
The waves today started out as two-footers, then when Scott munched it and got caught up in the turbulence underneath — he said they were up to four feet.
“It’s great when I ride the wave sideways on the face,” he said, “and I can go for a long ways.”
When the pastor of Scott’s church had to move to Texas four years ago, he gave Scott the Mach 7X.
His favorite spot to ride the waves is south of the Imperial Beach Pier. “Last week we had six-footers, but today’s two-four-footers are a lot easier to get out to.”
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