“Yeah, I’ll be right there,” I reassure him, turning on to the Pacific Coast Highway.
“Good,” he says. “You just might get to experience some L.A. localism.” I can almost see him smiling through the phone.
The towering cliffs fall from the sky into the sea. McMansions decorate the bluff while the ocean crashes into the rocks with a ruggedness that belies this urban locale hidden on the other side of Crenshaw Boulevard, only miles from the grime of Los Angeles. I trudge down the trail scanning for Ching in the break. All the surfers are sitting and I start to wonder if I’m in the right spot. I scan the lineup again and suddenly a SUP surfer smoothly snaps off the top on his backhand. That’s got to be him.
A guy getting out of the water looks at my board. “Some dude on a standup board is absolutely ripping out there,” he says. Read more; Danny Ching: The Quiet Champion | SUP Magazine
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