Archive for June, 2011

BP Offshore

Posted in Tourist Information on June 11, 2011 by SLUDGE SODA

spot guide realization drop – the ideal wind is a bishop power westerly.
best experienced in the trough.

or in the ninja tabi boots of others.


sarbanes-oxley water audit

Posted in Current Events Class on June 10, 2011 by SLUDGE SODA

THEY say the water is hovering between 14 and 17 degrees Celsius. I disagree and sport a holey 4mm for warmth and frankenstitched booties to protect the newest hole in my foot.

L’Anglais insists “No Booties” is the worst rap song never written.

Mega surely thinks we are pussies

and I might agree: the sturdy bloke wore stubbies for the first time on June 4 and maintained that bravado for the entire session. More lumberjack than Paul Bunyan.

the ends and new beginnings

Posted in reflecting it big on June 9, 2011 by SLUDGE SODA

somewhere around the 8 minute and 46 second mark of this song explains precisely what happened the my much-adored 5’5″ tea bag model.

she was an og shape: equal parts …biolos 5 fin rnf and Gary Swanson ’94 spoon nose and the more water she drank, the better she went, hence the name.

glassing starts tomorrow. in my kitchen.

the silly season

Posted in ery on June 8, 2011 by SLUDGE SODA

Historically, Sludge Soda has resorted to logic, reasoning and sarcasm to belittle homogenous, consumerist surf culture to a pulp and petition group surf lessons on this island.
Think of it as tough love, without the black eyes, but a few grass stains in the name of education and recreational surfer rights.

Now that flowers are blooming, nut huggers replacing wetties, the high performance surfers union has their latest fandangled whatever and bike path vixens are skating friendly shores, we feel it is time for a new approach.

The busy season demands it and The Dove Shack would agree.

Gremmie Attack!

Posted in Current Events Class on June 7, 2011 by SLUDGE SODA

In standard surf cultures, groms are usually the ones ripping with critter style, chop hops galore, more sponsor stickers than Bertlemann circa United Airlines and more energy than Costco format jumping beans. An often annoying, yet quintessential group within surfing’s hierarchy that can make you and your surfing feel old.

Ever since I began this river suffering™ thang I have always remarked the absence of groms.
The sheer number littering winter snow parks and charging with reckless (read: inspirational) abandon is enough to keep one’s snow game in check.
But what do the runts do come summer?

I’ve always told myself it was protective parents shielding their children from the nasty St. Lawrence or smart parents conditioning their kids to stay away from hazardous rapids – I know my parents did. And after hearing of a local guide’s recent fin-splitting misadventure down the rapids, just not certain many how-to sources remain.

Enough unknowns.
What I do know is than an unidentified Machado ‘do sympathizer rocked up solo Saturday afternoon; board (incl volume) in tow, suprisingly fit and had a good go at the spiraling right hander. It was a single fin and single run attack, but he caught the wave no problem, shot me a big grin and seemed to know what he doing once standing. Rad!

So it is with great pleasure for me to present the pennant for SS Grom of the year!
Hope to see you soon, pissant.
Will you take us for a pleasure cruise in your mom’s Zodiac?

Sincerely, SS Chaleur de Recevoir committee.