a. Salty Fins: Fred Simpson
b. Glassy: Sean Davey
c. Purple Blob Report: Winter 2016* In Memoriam
d. Dirty Old Wedge: Premiere
e. Dirty Old Wedge: Review
a. Salty Fins: Fred Simpson
b. Glassy: Sean Davey
c. Purple Blob Report: Winter 2016* In Memoriam
d. Dirty Old Wedge: Premiere
e. Dirty Old Wedge: Review
Fred sat on the cozy, white couch wearing a subtle grin of someone who has the answers if you ask the right questions. A massive Wedge wave stretched across canvas hung over his left shoulder. Like a proud father, he informed me that the wave was at least 36ft. Fred whipped out a tape measure to show me how he deduced the wave height with a scale based on the known length of the Viper fin sticking out of the trough. The wave is massive, but the real horror for the uninitiated is the raw weight of that wave. Fred laughed about the 2007 swell, saying guys like Steve Kapela claimed 40 footers rolled through the break. Over the 50+ years Fred Simpson has been down at the end of the Newport Peninsula, he has seen and been a part of it all. These days he’s content to blend in amongst the gawkers watching the next generation of bodysurfers find their way.
Fred has always been a swimmer. He swam competitively in high school and then played water polo as well for UCLA. In those early years he and his friends would practice the art of bodysurfing in Huntington Beach. During lulls the boys would climb the barnacled pilings to spot the incoming sets. They’d shoot the pier and enjoy the other aspects of young life at the beach. In 1962 he met the wave which he would eventually become inextricably linked: Wedge.
Fred remembers that first day. He noticed that the guys swimming here were the best swimmers around. He says it was the power that grabbed him. As Fred dove under a wave, like he had in H.B., the force nailed him to the sand and he thought, that’s got some juice. The hook was set. Through those early years, Fred was guided through the break by the old guard. Guys like Judge Gardner whom Fred describes as bigger than life or Don Redington known as “The White Whale.” These guys were there because they loved it. On big days, there’d rarely be five guys out and Fred says the big ones would go unridden. In those days, guys didn’t know if it’d crush your organs. They simply didn’t conceive of making waves that large.
Through the 1970’s Fred began to make a name for himself at Wedge. He had seen a path where others hadn’t looked. He thought those massive Wedge peaks were rideable and possibly even make-able. It was moments like this where Fred differs from many bodysurfers in that he is looking forward, seeing the wave for what it could be and not what it was. He developed a technique affectionately referred to as “The Fred.” When Fred started using his arm as a rudder and purposefully keeping his body on the slanted surface he showed the true potential for riding waves longer and better than ever before. Others saw the value in Fred’s innovation. Guys like Terry Wade saw the function of Fred’s form and tweaked it to ride some of the largest waves ever bodysurfed.
Fred would eventually move closer to Wedge. He worked locally as a Xerox agent, frequently calling the boys to see if Wedge was working. At that time, there were only a handful of fin choices Churchills, Duck Feet or UDT. Fred says that he couldn’t kick the UDT and the Churchills and Duck Feet didn’t offer enough power. He was duck-diving a peak one summer day in 78′ when he wasn’t able to get where he needed to and took a proper beating. As he was rolled and smashed about the bottom his Xerox training rattled through his mind; there’s always a better way. So once again he found another path.
Fred designed an efficient fin specifically for bodysurfing. The idea was to increase the channels and move the water in the most direct way off the end of the fins. Each aspect of the fin with the seven-inch blade had a purpose in efficiency. Fred constructed a balsa-wood prototype and walked surf shop to surf shop to see if they would be interested in stocking the unique design. Fred found interest and teamed up with Don Redington to get his new company, Pacific South Swell, off the ground. He put Viper Surfing Fins on the sand in 1981 and had some of the best bodysurfers in the world representing the brand.
Recognizing the flaws in his first design, Fred went back into the shop and adjusted. The next generation of Viper Surfing Fins would add a drainage hole. Fred also removed the bottom rail from the original design so the fins would be practical to walk in. The design of Viper Surfing Fins would remain unchanged, although it was suggested to Fred to add some color to the fins so it could be seen when bodysurfers competed in the World Bodysurfing Championships. The yellow dot was added and the recognizable Viper fin was born. Fred would continue producing the fin for decades, eventually adding a model with a shorter blade to accommodate riders of alternative surf crafts who needed less drive. Fred’s passion for Wedge eventually became a part of his livelihood, but his obsession with Wedge would also have a cost.
After years of putting his body “in the path of the bull,” the brutality would eventually wear him down. Wedge would fracture his vertebra, but it was the Sun that would provide Fred’s worst scares. He has been diagnosed and treated twice for melanoma. One time the doctor told him he should get his things “in order” because he was looking at six months to live. His dedication had threatened to take his life and in 2000 Fred Simpson walked away from bodysurfing Wedge. When pressed to explain what bodysurfing means to him, he admits to the inadequacy of words. Fred says, “If you can’t describe what it’s like, you know it lives inside of you.”
-EJ
If you’ve seen many photos of waves, chances are high you’ve seen a Sean Davey photograph. Sean was inspired to pick up a camera by the dynamic Ocean and stunning landscapes of Tasmania. In Sydney, Australia, he photographed world-class surf talent, making a name for himself with attention to detail and artistic composition. Sean then began traveling around the world with frequent stops on the North Shore of Oahu. There, he met his wife and found the ultimate combo of heavy waves and talented surfers riding them. Sean still travels but spends the winter on the North Shore, capturing the world’s best surfers in the world’s most famous waves…sometimes without a board.
@Sean_Davey
From SeanDavey.com:
“Sean Davey first picked up a Kodak 126 Instamatic camera after school one afternoon in late October of 1977, to photograph a tiny perfect wave at his home beach. Little did he know at the time that it would develop (pardon the pun) into a lifelong obsession that would take Sean many, many places, in pursuit of his chosen craft of photography.”
Winter 2016. One of the greatest seasons of Purple Blobs in the history of waveriding. El Niño 2016: we’ll never forget you. We’ll mythologize you. All future seasons will be compared and likely fall short of your glory. We miss you already. We were spoiled by your consistency. Watching the North Pacific slow down is heartbreaking.
It became mindless. A constant cycle of surf, eat, work, surf, eat, sleep, surf. Over and over, everyday for 2.5 months. I stopped checking forecasts…there were waves and there’d be waves.
There wasn’t a super-mega-decadal swell but it was consistent and solid. The small days still had occasional head-high sets. The actual swell events, and there were a dozen or so, were frequently double-overhead. Big wave surfers raced back and forth between Maui, Oahu, Europe and California. Jaws saw an all-time year of massive, paddlable days. The Eddie could have run more than once and finally ran in maxed out 25+ surf at Waimea. Mavericks had arguably the best day ever.
Forget the endless summer, we all crave the Endless Winter.
November was a dismal month. All the hype surrounding El Niño had waveriders scratching their heads waiting for an early winter start. Then it happened, December 11th 2015, a very solid pulse of NW energy slammed the California coast.
The torrential rain didn’t materialize as we’d all hoped to quench California’s drought thirst. February saw many 80° days without a cloud in sight and light winds persisted. The constant pounding of substantial groundswell did have serious impacts of our coastlines. Sandbars washed away and cliffs crumbled.
2016 began with immense optimism for waveriders. All indicators continued to point towards a strong El Niño in the equatorial Pacific. January did not disappoint. A conveyor belt of strong storms crossed the North Pacific.
January ended with a powerful wind storm bombarding Southern California. Sideways rain and wind gusts over 50mph brought tree damage and large storm surf.
February 2016 continued the consistency of surf but also included the aforementioned stellar conditions.
Spring 2016 is off to a good start with a series of south swells with combo NW swell mixing in, although the wind isn’t always cooperating. May looks to start with an active South Pacific storm track. Hopefully, spring/summer 2016 can pick up where the stellar winter 2016 left off. The water remained warm throughout the winter so possibly, we’ll have an active East Pacific tropical season. Here’s to continued pumping swell!
Nothing gold can stay.
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
–Robert Frost–1923
Nothing gold can stay.
Nature’s first swell is gold.
Her hardest energy to hold.
Her early barrel is round;
Until it runs aground.
So the sea sank to grief,
It now seems so brief.
So El Niño turns to summer.
Such a bummer.
Nothing gold can stay.
I’m not sure if 1923 was an El Niño year but Robert Frost touched on the feeling surfers have as an epic El Niño winter comes to an end. The surf wasn’t going to pump forever. Nothing gold can stay.
-KS
On April 22, 2016 the Wedge documentary, Dirty Old Wedge, premiered to a sold out theater in Costa Mesa, California. Director, Tim Burnham chose to premiere his debuting film effort within the Newport Beach Film Festival. The local surfing community embraced the move as the NBFF added several more showings, all of which were consequently sold out. After the movie ended to wild ovation the crew gathered outside before heading over to a local gallery for food, drinks and a rolling slideshow by Ron Romanosky.
-EJ
The endeavor to create an objective documentary film about Wedge is an unenviable task. More than six decades of rivalries, machismo, localism and diverse waveriding make it a difficult subject to document without hard feelings. But Tim Burnham and Hunt House Films succeeded. It is now the highest grossing film in the history of the Newport Beach Film Festival.
Dirty Old Wedge is a 62 minute ode to that southern most corner of the Balboa Peninsula. The wave takes center stage with fantastic, historical footage. However, the characters, history and culture steal the show. The passion of those that have dedicated their summers to this south swell magnet leaves a strong impression on anyone that appreciates a unique waveriding subculture.
Wedge is not exclusively a bodysurf spot. But this is primarily the story of Wedge bodysurfing: the richest and most important story to be told at this famed surf spot. The filmmakers show respect for other forms of waveriding, including the ever present Ron Romanosky on his hand-shaped kneeboards and Newport surfing style-master Danny Kwock. Both of whom pay the utmost respect to their bodysurfing brethren.
The story is told chronologically starting in the 1960s with Viper Surfing Fin inventor, Fred Simpson, innovating the prevailing bodysurf technique. Next, came a group of young bodysurfers led by Kevin “Mel” Thoman. A keen promoter and excellent bodysurfer, Mel organized the Wedge bodysurfers into The Crew. The documentary utilizes an extensive archive of video shot by Thoman to depict not only the epic rides in the water but also the action on the beach and at the infamous house parties/slide shows.
The film then depicts The Crew starting families and spending less time in the water. John “Potato” Karam acts as a link between the old guard and the young Crew as they learn the ways of Wedge, culminating in the Hurricane Marie Swell of 2014. The young Crew charged along with their elders and took the torch of Wedge bodysurfing’s next generation.
The passion for Wedge runs deep and is obvious when Mel Thoman chokes up talking about the great Terry Wade’s inability to continue his Wedge preeminence because of numerous injuries suffered charging the biggest waves of the 80s. Knee-boarder and photographer Ron Romanosky’s entire voice over is a moving tribute to his decades long affinity for Wedge. The injury suffered by Gene Peterson, his recovery and subsequent passing make for a moving memorial to the camaraderie shared by the men who challenge Wedge at its biggest and meanest.
Dirty Old Wedge captures the history, characters, emotion and passion of The Wedge.
My rating: 4/5 surfing fins.
-KS