Re: Watch This Flux - 1st 420 Outdoor Fluxing - Presents Fluxy Lady - Fully Restraine
I was in between things and traveling well more meandering up and then down the coast, Camping, surfing, sleeping....it was, at the time idyllic. Girls at the time for me were of interest, but only fleetingly, as they also had requirements, and each girls requirements are different. I didn't have the time because I was only passing through anyway.
I pulled into a Tourist information map and was looking at the coastline for campsites etc near beaches. Found what I thought was the right way to a known campground and somehow got lost.
Ended driving down an ever narrowing road to a clearing with a beach...this wasn't mapped...Im sure..
Next day was shocking weather wise and I stayed camped in the car. 1982 Ford XD Panel Van. 302 Cleavland V8, running gas, single exhaust..ok, most of you dunno what I'm talking about, anyway
Then I met a girl on a wave out off a short point south of the beach, she was blond, beautiful, younger (Ok. Im not mentioning ages or names ok, but all is WELL within Australian Law.) and just plain nice to be around. I was smitten.
For the best waves we had to walk the beach that I thought I was first driving to (I'd found a little cove, at the time mostly unknown except to the locals), out along a rocky point and jump in with rising swell into the deep water, for the paddle to the real surf.
I'd brought a fair sized joint to enjoy before we jumped in. (Don't try this at home!). She was stunning. Just an amazing collection of curves, colours, sights and sounds, she was Angelic. I was finishing the J, she was bending over. You know how sometimes...all the time you get quite absorbed in what you're looking at, well I wasn't watching the rising surf nor the green slime I'd just put my foot on...
I slipped, was laying down on the rocks. If I had have been standing, I could have easily resisted the tide, it'd be just 1/2 way between knee and ankle, but the tide and rising water floated me out like a raft 12 feet away to sea, into the barnicles you usually miss when ontop of a board. Lacerated from ankle to hip, elbows, arms, hands....
I had to wait in the surf for the next rise big enough to lift me back on top of the rocks, not back into the edge of the shelf where the barnicles were. It felt like hours. I was in 15°C water, but half my body felt like it was on fire...salt water, open wounds...
1/2 hour wait for an ambulance. 2.5 hours to the nearest hospital. 1 1/2 L of blood, 106 stiches, loss of one autographed tri-fin thruster, 4 days later, loss of one fantastically beautiful woman, and 6 weeks recovery to go.
All for paying far too much attention to a gentle curves of a lovely lady, and some great smoke
You asked for it!
