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The West Coast Story
I lived in Victoria for 5 years when I was in my twenties, and it always blew me away that I could be in a city of a quarter million people, and then an hour later, be surfing a perfect break alone. Some weeks I’d be out at China Beach and Sombrio almost everyday. I’d drive through rain and snow all winter, sometimes parking my car on the highway and walking thirty minutes through a foot of snow to surf perfect uncrowded waves. China Beach has always been close to my heart because its where the true west coast begins. Shrouded in thick mists and campfire smoke, it instantly takes you from the city to another world. Giant old growth Red Cedars explode upwards, and a hidden waterfall at the end of the beach trickles downward with its calming flow. Surfers ride lefts, rights and heavy beach breaks, as swells stretch around the island and up the Juan De Fuca Strait. Like a trapdoor in the forest floor, it’s always offered me a quick escape from the challenges of the city, university and society. A place that always leaves you more balanced and refreshed, a stepping stone to roam, an Om away from home.