I think he came from around the Great Lakes, a competitive skim boarder that was captured by surfing, palm trees, and the ocean, on the east coast of Florida. When he was done with Florida, (or maybe Florida was done with him) he moved back north to the Great Lakes and kept surfing. Eventually, to escape the cold, he joined the great migration west and landed on Vancouver Island. He lives with few amenities, in an old trailer just off the beach and surfs every day.

I picked up a couple of my boards that Dave had just repaired and dropped off some resin and hardener for him. "Wanna go out?" "Of course" I replied and we packed up his dog and stick and were off.

Dave's suit is threadbare, he wears no hood, and has these webbed swamp monster gloves that make his 6'6" Nev paddle with the speed of a longboard. Dave is a stoke monger. He deals it out with every word and action. He sees the world as bigger and better than most. Dave has seventeen plans in the works at all times and all of them have something to do with surfing or enabling him to surf. I always liked hanging out with dreamers. They aren't all ground down by day to day living. They follow their passions, and they live free.

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