Demise of the Dawn Patrol and the Search for Uncrowded Waves

Surfer watching sunrise on beach – Hutch Axilrod/Taxi/Getty

Dawn Patrol.  N. The act of getting up extremely early – sometimes before sunrise – to go surfing. Searching for uncrowded waves.

September, 1970, Pacific Beach,California 

You know the drill. Wake up to tapping on my window by my surf buddy, Neal. Dark outside, 4:30 AM. Grab my board and head down to the beach. Riding through the darkness I dream of perfect, wind-kissed, uncrowded waves. It has been flat for a week and everyone is antsy waiting for the next swell.

As we get close to the beach we can hear it: waves crashing in the darkness. In the dim light I can barely see the white water off in the distance, feel the warm, light offshore breeze, watch as a dark swell rises out of the shadows and crashes into a perfect left. We scramble for our wetsuits and in minutes we are paddling out just as the sun lightens the horizon to the east. Finally in the lineup we enjoy the perfect south swell: clean 4-6 foot waves rising up into stiff offshore breeze. Just me and my friend. No one else out. An hour later signs of life appear on the beach and others start paddling out. By then we are both tired, done with our morning session. The incoming tide starting to ruin the swell. Another dawn patrol success.

Dawn patrol at Crystal Pier in pacific Beach. Photo by Cynthia @ http://surfergrrrl.blogspot.com/

We were lucky. We didn’t know that there was a major storm in the Southern Hemisphere churning out waves that we would get days later. Nobody did back then. We were just diligent and determined and ended up in the right place at the right time. The rewards of the dedicated. The early bird gets the worm. The triumph of the dawn patrol.

But you never knew. The risk of finding no waves was more common than finding good waves. That was why it was special as the payoff was rare, but well worth the effort. As Jay DiMartini wrote:

Mother Nature, however, still has the power to render even the most perfectly planned dawn patrol pointless, leaving early risers heavy with caffeine haze and packed with unspent stoke.

Dec. 1976, Ensenada, Baja California

Waking up in the back of my VW van I can hear the waves breaking in the darkness. San Miguel, Mexico, that famous break near Ensenada a mere two hours drive south of the border. As the years went by, and I moved on from Junior High to High School to College my surfing expanded from PB, to La Jolla and Sunset Cliffs, then to north San Diego county: Swami’s, Leucadia, Oceanside. All this to keep ahead of the crowds, find uncrowded waves or at least to beat others into the water by a few hours. Then of course, Mexico was the new frontier, zip down to Rosarito or Ensenada, and if you had time, into the deep peninsula that was Baja California. San Miguel was one of the easy ones; a nice sandy beach break just north of Ensenada near a place you could camp all day. And the waves were great: long rights, often with strong offshore breezes and on a good day you could make it past the jetty. At night there was Hussong’s cantina and legendary parties. For me it was a new level of searching for uncrowded waves. It took a larger investment of time but with a potentially huge payoff, sometimes days of great uncrowded waves. Here’s a video of one of those trips:

August 1986, Natividad Island, Baja California
The ultimate surfing ecology road trip. Combining my interests of surfing and marine biology we set off looking for abalone and good, uncrowded waves. I was starting my PhD dissertation and had set up sites and tagged abalone in northern and southern California. Baja was next. Cruising with my college buddies Paul Dunn and John Steinbeck (yes, related) we picked up Alberto Pombo, our Mexican guide and scientist at CICESE in Ensenada. Together we cruised south: Quatro Casas, San Quintin, Punta Baja. After two days we turned off the road to Bahia Tortugas (Turtle Bay): a long, dirt washboard road — 100 miles to the bay. There were two speeds: 15 MPH, agonizingly slow over the closely spaced  washboard bumps; and 50+, flying down the road so the bumps turned into a steady vibration with the van sliding around turns. We chose the latter and spent two hours flying down the “road” until the vibrations pulled parts off the car and we had to fix the radiator with z-spar and strips from our wetsuit.
Finally, we rolled into Turtle Bay and (with Alberto’s help) set up camp at a small military base in town with armed guards.

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The search for perfect waves: Baja, 1986.

From there we learned about the DUKW (the Duck). One of the challenges of getting from shore to a ship is motoring. The Duck is the ultimate amphibious vehicle. So we loaded up our science gear, wetsuits and boards and climbed into the duck on the beach at Bahia Tortugas. Destination: Natividad; a remote offshore island with mythically perfect waves. From the Duck we transferred our gear to a fishing vessel for the 10+ miles ride out to Natividad known for both surfing and abalone.

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On the Duck, heading out to a fishing vessel for the trip to Natividad.

As we motored out we had visions of perfect, uncrowded waves in our heads. After all, we had driven over 1000 miles, including 100 miles on a dirt road, we found the Duck, the fishing vessel, and before us loomed the island of our dreams. As long as I live I’ll never forget what happened next: We saw a jet plane off in the distance. As it grew bigger it was clearly headed for the  island. And as we pulled up to the shore we watched it land, the door opened, and one after another a surfer with their board streamed out of the plane. Insta-crowd. Our dreams of uncrowded waves shattered, obliterated in seconds;  weeks of effort destroyed in an instant. Money trumps initiative. Gone in an instant were the days of finding uncrowded waves in remote spots. Crushed was the spirit of the dawn patrol. At that moment I felt a deep wave of sadness. That no longer was getting up earlier, driving farther, making that extra effort to find a remote spot a ticket to good waves. Now anyone could do it effortlessly with a few extra dollars. If you had cash you were now entitled to the best waves. If you didn’t? Well, too bad.

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The crew on Natividad, 1986. Front (from left): Alberto Pombo, John Steinbeck, Brian Tissot. Back row (from left): our two locals hosts and Paul Dunn.

Epilogue

So where does that leave us? As much as I may not like it those days are gone, forever. Moreover, the continued adoption and use of modern technology by surfers has elevated the “luck” of the dawn patrol to that of a scientific model. Now, due to the efforts of Sean Collins and Surfline, we know days, even weeks, ahead of time when and where the next swell will hit with a high level of certainty.  Surfers will now literally fly around the globe to hit rare surf spots with rare swells. Gone are the days of the Endless Summer where surfers stumble upon a Cape St. Francis. Now you pull into a parking lot at dawn only to find it full of cars, everyone alerted to that new south swell days ago through an e-mail.

But life moves on so we have to deal with it. On the bright side we now can predict when and where that new swell will hit and are more likely to find good waves, more likely to plan a surf contest under good conditions, less likely to paddle our on a step ladder swell and get caught outside. And what remains are those uncrowded times and unknown places that remain to be discovered even further off the beaten path. So at some level the spirit of the dawn patrol lives on, and probably always will.  And as technology and the world continues to evolve at some point, perhaps in a generation or two,  we can begin to discover the reefs and waves on the shores of other planets when the concept of the dawn patrol will take on a whole new  meaning.

 

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