San Clemente Pier View

Reach Out.

Don't be afraid.

Be interested.


Pick Up 3

It really is just that simple,

Pick Up 3 and the difference you will see!

Watch and share this short film about ocean and beach pollution.

Chris Hawk A Surfers Prayer

"Peace. Love. Surf." - Chris Hawk

Now that I am beyond peril
Commend me not on land
In soil, to dirt
Fuel for worms
And all the earth's corruption

Lay me down
In the bosom of the stormy sea
In the grip of Poseidon's frenzy

Let your tears swell the tide
That bear all craft aloft
To fair winds and the quay side
At the pleasure of Mac Lír

Let my coffin fall past
The watchful eye of sharks
To join those who fell before
Sailors, pirates, mermaids
And all who ride upon the spray

Fire the Bofors gun
Once for my life
Once for my love
Once for my son
Once for my soul
Lost on the cresting wave

Chris Hawk surfer, shaper, Surfers' Hall of Fame inductee, died of cancer Oct. 23 here at his home in San Clemente.

"Peace. Love. Surf." - Chris Hawk
"Peace. Love. Surf." - Chris Hawk

Schmid's Fine Chocolates San Clemente

Watch as fresh double stuffed Oreo's are dumped in fine Belgian chocolate right here in San Clemente at our favorite candy store, Schmid's, Go for the candy, stay for the people. (pst don't forget to ask for your twitter discount!)

Schmid's Fine Chocolates.
99 Avenida Del Mar. San Clemente, CA 92672.
Store: (949) 369-1052
Fax: (949) 369-1052

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Blogger Buzz: The Next Chapter

Blogger Buzz: The Next Chapter

As a blogger addict continually since May 2003, looked no further that blogger to power The San Clemente Pier, with constant updates and improvements @Blogger no need to ask if we will stay tuned for the next chapter!

San Clemente where the good life comes in waves. @SCPier

Iva Lee's Surfrider Foundation Benefit Dinner

Iva Lee's Surfrider Foundation Benefit Dinner with support from Barefoot Wine

Sunday, October 18th, 2009

6:30 pm

First Course

Wedge Salad with Remoulade Vinaigrette,Cajun Poached Shrimp and Hard Boiled Eggs

Second Course

Braised Short Rib with Israeli Cous Cous & Wild Mushrooms

Third Course

Chocolate Bread Pudding

$ 50.00 per personReservations are limited

Prix Fixe Three Course Dinner paired with Barefoot Wines

Pre-purchased tickets available from Iva Lee's at 555 N El Camino Real, Ste E, San Clemente, CA 92672 Phone (949) 361-2855

Join OCGood, Become Part of the Solution

Live here in the OC? Become part of the Ohana, Listen as Ross Teasley invites you to join

San Clemente Pier Bowl Sunset (in HD)

Another beautiful San Clemente Pier Bowl sunset (this one in HD! cool!)

Explore Marine Protected Area Maps with Surfrider

Decades of overfishing, coastal development, and pollution have taken a toll on Southern California's ocean environment. To help improve our ocean's health, the State is setting aside protected zones similar to state parks so that marine life can thrive.

After a year of 'map-making' and planning, the Marine Life Protection Act (MLPA) process is in the home stretch. Local stakeholders are putting final touches on the maps and will come up with three different proposals. The three proposals will ultimately be forwarded to the Fish and Game Commission where they will vote on one map they think will work best for southern California.

This is one of your last chances to give meaningful input on where marine protected areas should be located! Please join Surfrider to learn more about the Marine Life Protection Act and to discuss the proposed maps. After the community forums, will compile all constructive comments into a letter that will be sent to decision makers before the final vote. We need to hear from you!

* 7:00-7:10Welcome and brief overview.
* 7:10-7:20Summary of Surfrider's outreach efforts over the past year and what we learned from local communities and Surfrider supporters.
* 7:20-7:40Overview and discussion of each map.
* 7:40-8:00Questions & Answers.

Community Forum Information:
September 23, Wednesday. 7-8pm
San Clemente Community/Senior Center
242 Avenida Del Mar
San Clemente, CA 92672-4005
Use the Library building entrance on Del Mar Street, and the Senior Center is on your left side of the lobby.

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About the Marine Life Protection Act

The MLPA is a law that requires the state to establish a "network" of marine protected areas from Oregon to the Mexican border. The goals of the MLPA are to: 'set aside' areas of the ocean to increase fish populations, enhance marine habitat, and to improve recreational and educational opportunities. Over the past year, has been working with diverse groups of people including recreationalists, fishermen, environmentalists, and Chapter activists to ensure the law is effectively implemented. To learn more visit: or email

RipCurl Surf Legends Visit San Clemente

Taylor Knox, Stephanie Gilmore, Mick Fanning, Ben Dunn, Tom Curren and Kekoa Bacalso get the EXTREME CLOSE UP TREATMENT!

Plan Your Free Beach Wedding In San Clemente

Plan A Free Beach Wedding In Southern California?

This from the "Who Knew" file! As long as your group is 20 people or less, you can get married as early as 4:00 am on the San Clemente beach, free of charge! The city does ask for some paperwork, primarily to advise Marine Safety about the activity and so that wedding-goers understand some of the challenges a beach wedding poses: long walks for guests, walking in the sand in dress shoes, weather and wind conditions which can cause it to be cold, sand to blow, and dresses to billow, noise from trains and pounding surf that might make it difficult for guests to hear your vows. September-March are considered best times, since beaches are least crowded. The San Clemente Pier is also an option for a wedding. Laura Barnett in BP&R highly recommends some of San Clemente's ocean-view parks Contact her directly (949)361-8264 to learn how to get permits for park use and also to see what's available for groups larger than 20. As for getting married at City Hall, OC City Clerks, such as our wonderful Joanne Baade, cannot perform civil wedding ceremonies. Joanne advises you to contact the Orange County Clerk Recorder for info on civil weddings and how to get that oh-so-important marriage license. -Lori
Plan Your Free Beach Wedding In San Clemente

San Clemente Pier Beach Cleanup

Come be a part of one of the largest volunteer events of the year!

In 2008 more than 70,000 volunteers across California collected more than 1,600,000 pounds of trash and recyclables from our beaches, lakes, and waterways.

Help us do our part in San Clemente.

This year’s event will be held on September 19th at the San Clemente pier from 9am-12noon.

Please contact Mary Vondrak at (949) 361-8204 or to sign up!

Interested in participating regularly in beach cleanups?
Check out information on the San Clemente Adopt-A-Beach program at

My Name Is

What do Eric Avery, Chris Shiflett, David Chokachi, Eric Balfour, Martyn LeNoble, Peter DiStefano, Sal Masakela, Leonor Varela, and Jason Mraz have in common? They all support the Surfrider Foundation AND YOU SHOULD TOO!

Thomas With The San Clemente Pier Fishing Report

Thomas gives you the full deal on what is biting at the San Clemente Pier.

Switchy Switch by Common Sense live at the San Clemente Pier

The San Clemente Pier where the good life comes in waves... "Switchy Switch" by Common Sense

Strange One by Common Sense live at the San Clemente Pier

Full stop, are you ready to go? Strange One by Common Sense LIVE on the San Clemente Pier sand!

The Rock by Common Sense live at the San Clemente Pier & Common Sense belts out The Rock to Surfers Healing. Seeking to enrich the lives of children with autism thru surfing & music.

Poundy Pound by Common Sense live at the San Clemente Pier

Poundy Pound, from the UPCOMING Common Sense CD!!! LIVE on the sand in front of the San Clemente Pier. We'll leave the light on for you...

San Clemente Pier Surf

A local surfer getting a nice ride yesterday at the San Clemente Pier.

San Clemente Pier Shack & Grill

Come down to the end of the San Clemente Pier and get your TWITTER DISCOUNT!!!

San Clemente Pier Shack & Grill 949 492 8335


Disney was right in 1959. for the solution to our traffic problems we need to look no further than our own back yard...

A bipartisan team of pollsters, Dr. Jan van Lohuizen (Voter/Consumer Research) and David Binder (David Binder Research), today released new findings from an Orange County public opinion survey regarding the proposed Foothill South toll road through San Onofre State Beach. The survey research's central finding reaffirms that a large majority of Orange County Voters surveyed (63 percent) opposes a toll road through the state park.

The updated survey illustrates that while Orange County voters may support toll roads, once they learn the implications of the proposed Foothill South Toll Road and the negative impact it wouldhave on San Onofre State Beach, the more strongly they oppose it.

The findings show that, compared to a poll conducted by the same team of pollsters last year,
there has been no erosion whatsoever in public opposition to the toll road, and indeed there is some additional movement of public opinion in Orange County against the road, though within the poll's margin of error.

Equally important, when queried about the California Coastal Commission's 8 to 2 vote against
the toll road because of the environmental damage it would do the state park and the California coast, strong majorities oppose either the Commerce Department or the Bush Administration overturning the Coastal Commission's decision.

"We continue to see strong public opposition to the toll road," stated Jan van Lohuizen. "This
survey reconfirms that as the public learns more about the Transportation Corridor Agency's plan to build the toll road through the state park, opposition (63 percent) to the proposed route continues to be overwhelming. Just as they did in 2007, Orange County voters still want an alternative."

"Perhaps driven by concerns about higher gas prices, 65 percent of those surveyed indicated
that it's time to end our dependence on foreign oil, to think about transportation in different ways and to solve traffic congestion without destroying natural resources like San Onofre state park," added David Binder.

"Similar to last year, the findings in this year's survey are clear and compelling, and should
send a chilling message to the politicians who run the Transportation Corridor Agency," stated
Elizabeth Goldstein, president of the California State Parks Foundation, which commissioned the poll. "They intensified their efforts to pave over this park in the past 12 months, and they have failed to move opinion. This toll road makes no sense to the people these politicians represent, period. It's time for them to listen and explore alternatives."

"San Onofre State Beach, the 5th most visited state park, should not be viewed as a right-ofway
for a $1.3 billion boondoggle. San Onofre's open spaces, pristine waters and popular camping
grounds should remain as they are and be available to all Californians to enjoy now and for future generations. Other, more viable and less environmentally harmful options exist and the TCA should pursue them," added Goldstein.

Other relevant survey research findings include:

• 70% of Orange County voters are aware of plans to build a toll road to connect the 241 with I-5
south of San Clemente ('08Q2). Last year, 58% of those surveyed indicated awareness

• When asked about the proposed toll road and with no information provided, 52% of voters
support this plan ('08Q3). Last year, 51% of voters supported the toll road ('07Q3).

• When informed that the new toll road would go through San Onofre State Beach and would
come close to Trestles Beach, support for the toll road drops precipitously – 33% supporting
and 63% opposing or strongly opposing ('08Q5). Last year, 28% supported/strongly
supported and 66% opposed or strongly opposed ('07Q7).

• 68% of those surveyed indicate that the Bush Administration should support the Coastal
Commission decision and not over-ride it ('08Q7).

• When asked which plan they agreed with more, 26 percent of those surveyed indicated that
because Southern California will continue to grow, we need to complete projects like the toll
road, even if it runs through a state park. But, 65 percent indicated that it's time to end our
dependence on foreign oil, think about transportation in different ways and solve traffic
congestion without destroying natural resources like San Onofre State Park (Q20).

The survey, commissioned by the California State Parks Foundation, was conducted between August
18 and August 21, 2008. In total, 400 Orange County voters were interviewed. The survey has a
margin of error of 5%.

San Clemente Pier Surf Culture

San Clemente is defined by our coastline; 13 surf breaks are in city limits.

California’s legendary surf break, Lower Trestles, is located at the mouth of San Mateo Creek, just south of Casa Pacifica, Richard Nixon’s former Western White House.

Surf culture reigns.

San Clemente has “surf” moms, not “soccer” moms. San Clemente High School holds surfing classes at the pier. Mark McElroy, Saddleback College’s head football coach and San Clemente High School alum, wrote the Saddleback College surfing curriculum.

Huntington Beach and Santa Cruz may vie for the title “Surf City USA,” but San Clemente High School has held the NSSA national surfing title in six of the last seven years.

Residents are fiercely protective of city beachfront.

Derail the Trail, a citizens’ grassroots group, formed in the 1990s to oppose a three-mile concrete trail from North Beach to San Clemente State Park. San Clemente City Council rejected the concrete trail in a 5-0 vote in 1999.

A Council-appointed group of diverse stakeholders drew up a new trail plan detailed in a 50-page January 2000 report. Negotiations took place between the City and the California Public Utilities Commission.

By October 2005, the project garnered requisite regulatory approvals. Two years later, the $10,000,000 decomposed granite multi-use three-mile trail (including bridges, 15 under-or-overpass railroad crossings and native plantings) was completed.

Surfrider Foundation, a San Clemente-based nonprofit grassroots ocean-protection organization, played a significant role in thwarting a 16-mile extension of Transportation Corridor Agency (TCA) Toll Road 241 from Rancho Santa Margarita to Interstate 5. The extension was to run through the San Mateo Creek watershed in mostly undisturbed Orange County back country and San Onofre State Park.

Surfrider argued that the $55 million per mile six-lane highway would significantly degrade water and wave quality.

Despite Governor Schwarzenegger’s support, the California Coastal Commission rejected (8-2 on February 6, 2008) TCA’s alignment. TCA appealed to the U.S. Department of Commerce, and thousands of citizens attended a ten-hour public hearing on September 22, 2008.

On December 8, 2008 the Commerce Department rejected TCA’s appeal since the project would have unavoidable, adverse impacts if built.

When Dave Cook moved to San Clemente, John Cuchessi befriended him and took Dave down to learn to surf at local breaks, “Riviera” and “T Street.”

When in high school, Cuchessi took a job at the Schwinn bike shop on the north end of town. In 1974, he opened San Clemente Cyclery in downtown. In the early 1990s, he co-founded the San Clemente Renegades, a recreational riding club.

In 2000, Cuchessi relocated his shop to a South El Camino Real storefront, a move considered risky by many. But the south end space was larger and its proximity to South Clemente State Park drew a steady flow of tourists.

Cuchessi ran a food bank at the cyclery and held Thursday evening Bible studies there.

Sundays, the Renegades bicycled to the south end of Camp Pendleton. Mondays, Cuchessi threw his surfboard on his bicycle and rode down to surf some of the lesser known surf breaks at Trestles.

But on May 18, 2008, the 54 year-old surfer-cyclist suffered a heart attack bicycling back from the Renegades Sunday Camp Pendleton ride.

About 1,500 people attended John’s funeral. Dave Cook, now the municipal golf pro, remembered him simply: “Nicest guy in town.”

A string of posts on a Surfer Magazine forum concurred.

This May, his wife, Sue; son, Andrew; friend, Pat Maloney, and cousin, Pam Sanborn, organized the John Cuchessi Memorial Bike Ride drawing 200 cyclists.

The $2,400 in proceeds collected from the ride went to the American Heart Association and Family Assistance Ministries. A portion of the proceeds will help families avoid eviction or foreclosure.

Mr. Cuchessi demonstrated how a local businessman can inculcate his positive values in a community. His contribution to bike culture in San Clemente will remain indelible.

Eco Man — Bike culture meets surf culture on Orange Coast
Written by Richard M. Stowe
Sunday, 16 August 2009 06:43

This is the last in a series of two articles by New Canaan resident Richard Stowe, founder and director of Rail Trains Ecology Cycling. He may be reached at bike. .

San Clemente Sea Monster Sighting

I Saw a Sea Monster, by Ralph Bandini

From Esquire Magazine for Men, June 1934

Have any of you ever seen a sea monster? No? Very well—I have!

It is an amazing story—and true in every detail. I am quite aware that it takes square issue with science. I have no illusions as to inevitable scepticism. Nevertheless, I know what I saw—and I tell it as I saw it.

Just at the moment sea monsters constitute what is known in newspaper parlance as "hot copy." Almost any week in the daily papers, in Sunday supplements, in magazines, the reader can find some yarn telling of this or that strange creature seen in the sea. It is almost as though all the hidden monsters of the depths had suddenly taken it into their heads to pop up to the surface.

Of course there is nothing new in this matter of sea monsters. For hundreds, even thousands of years, sailormen have brought to port tales of sea serpents—but their stories have been scoffed at. Scientists have gravely declared that no such creatures exist. To a layman such certainty cannot help arousing wonder. We know that strange and monstrous forms of life existed on land when the world was young—and in the sea as well. Granted that the land creatures are long ago extinct by reason of revolutionary changes in living conditions, nevertheless, those same changes have not been so pronounced in the sea. It would not seem beyond the realm of possibility that some of them may have survived. For good and sufficient reasons, as will be seen, personally I believe they have.

Be all that as it may be, however, the fact remains that recently there seems to have been a sudden revival of these intriguing tales.

We have the serpentine creature allegedly seen by some hundred-fifty more or less reliable persons in Loch Ness, Scotland. There are those two with the Louisa Alcott names said to disport themselves off Juan de Fuca Straits. In Lake Okanagan, British Columbia, there is another one, sufficiently credited by the authorities that they offer facilities to anyone who will go after the thing in a spirit of true scientific research. Then, from Acapulco, comes that amazing story of the track of a great, three-toed creature coming up out of the sea and returning, all between tides; of the deep furrow plowed by its dragging tail; of the deep, barrel-like depression in the wet sand where it rolled and wallowed! I happen to know the man who saw those tracks. He is not a liar.

Quite probably some of the reported sea serpents—I do not mean those which I have specifically mentioned—are inventions pure and simple. Others may have been illusions. After all, a flight of low-flying birds along the horizon, bits of floating stuff (it's queer the shapes that flotsam on the surface sometimes takes), might, in poor light, take on the semblance of an undulating sea serpent. However, one would not go far amiss to accept that queer creatures have been seen upon the face of the sea.

Now most of the above mentioned beasties, with the possible exception of the one near Acapulco, have been given wide publicity. However, there is still another, about which little or nothing has been told or written. This is that huge Thing sometimes called the "San Clemente Monster"—and monster it truly is if ever there was one! I have seen it—and I know whereof I speak.

San Clemente Island is a lonely, wind-swept bit of rock and sand lying some fifty miles south of Los Angeles Harbor. It is little frequented except by fishermen. Its waters are lonely, too. Days can go by when one will never see a boat. The Thing, itself, appears to like this remote bit of the ocean—that windy channel between San Clemente and Santa Catalina.

Just why so little has been said about so strange a resident of so publicity-minded a community as Southern California it is hard to say. Certainly it has been seen by enough persons—some twenty-five or thirty that I know of and many of whom bear reputations for veracity beyond reproach. Furthermore, it has been seen periodically over the last fifteen or twenty years. Perhaps this paucity of detail is mainly due to the fact that the Thing is so monstrous, so utterly incredible, so impossible, that any sane man shuns the incredulity with which his tale is inevitably received. In fact, I know this to be true. Some of my intimate friends have seen it. They know that I have seen it. Yet, despite friendship, despite this mutual knowledge of one another's experience, I find most of them reluctant to talk, even to me. One interesting phase of the matter is this. Whenever I have been able to persuade one of these friends to do so, we have independently drawn sketches of what we saw. Barring differences in artistic skill these drawings show one and the same thing!

About fifteen or twenty years ago rumors began to be current around Avalon that there was something queer out in the Clemente Channel. There were guarded hints of some huge, unnameable Thing lifting up out of the sea. These rumors were shadowy, difficult to run down. No one credited with having seen the Thing would admit it. Still the rumors persisted. Perhaps the very evasiveness encountered was tantamount to admission.

I was out in the Southern California channels a lot during those days, fishing for tuna and swordfish. Naturally I heard about the Thing. Being by nature curious. I proceeded to ask questions—but learned nothing. My boatman, Percy Neale, an old timer at Avalon, was said to have seen it. I asked him. Percy looked out to sea—made some irrelevant remark—then, when pressed, muttered something about "eyes as big as dinner plates" and changed the subject.

Then came my first view of the Thing!

We were fishing for tuna about ten miles off Catalina in the Clemente Channel. It was a windy afternoon—the channel a welter of breaking seas. Suddenly Percy let out a yell.

"Look! Look! Over there!"

He pointed to seaward. I saw it! About a mile away something huge, wet and glistening, was lifting up out of sea! Higher and higher it raised until I felt my skin crawl. To this very day I vividly remember that queer, empty feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Why should I be scared! Just picture it for yourselves. A tumbled, broken sea, flecked with white, and stretching away to the horizon's edge. Catalina looming through the golden haze of afternoon. San Clemente a vague shadow far to southward. Sea birds wheeling, hovering, darting. That monstrous Thing rising up out of the sea!

I don't know how long he stayed up. Perhaps a minute—perhaps less. Fascinated, spellbound, we watched him. Then, before our very eyes, majestically, slowly, he sank back into the depths from whence he had come.

There was a scarcity of small talk aboard that ship from then on. Tuna fishing seemed to have lost a lot of its charm. Swiftly developed a multitude of perfectly good and sufficient reasons why we should forget further fishing for that day and go home early—leaving that particular bit of the world to whatever might care to claim it.

As we slipped up the coast toward Avalon through the quiet waters of the lee side—as we began to encounter other boats—to meet again man and his handiworks, the horror of what we had seen seemed to lessen and our tongues were loosed. We talked grandly about how we would go ashore and spread the wonder of what we had seen to the world at large—possibly make our everlasting fortunes out of it. But we did no such thing! Somehow or another, face to face with the orderliness of Avalon town, with the smug scepticism of the Tuna Club, we found our lips sealed. Words would not come. Instead we slunk furtively to the nearest bar and tossed down two stiff drinks.

Two or three years passed. Others saw the Thing. Some, braver than their fellows, talked. Little by little the earlier discoverers came out of their shells and talked, too. All accounts from those who had been really close to the Thing agreed upon three fundamentals: that it was enormous; that it possessed huge and horrible eyes; that it was something absolutely unknown to man. A composite description of the Thing was forwarded to the late Dr. David Starr Jordan of Stanford University. He replied by suggesting it probably was a sea elephant! Our descriptive powers must have been woefully weak. It was no more a sea elephant than I am. I have seen them, many of them—roaming around the sea—in their native rookery at Guadalupe Island. Sea elephants look like seals except that they are larger and have a prolonged, hooked upper nostril. This Thing was not a sea elephant nor did it remotely resemble one.

Then came my second and only close-up view of the Thing!

It was in September, 1920. I was fishing for marlin swordfish at San Clemente with the late Smith Warren. We were staying at Mosquito Harbor where the fish camp used to be. It was early in the morning—about 8:00 o'clock. We had worked close in shore the three miles from the camp down to the East End. We had then turned back up the coast and worked along about a mile and a half to two miles off shore. The sea was glassy with just a little roll coming down the island. Overhead it was overcast—one of California's summer fogs. Objects on the surface showed black in that light. The brown slopes swept up abruptly to almost meet the gray mist. We passed Mosquito and the white tents of the camp and were nearly abreast of White Rock. Smithy was down in the cockpit doing something or another. I was perched on top of the cabin looking for fish. My bait trolled along astern, the rod tied to the fishing chair.

Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of something huge lifting up out of the sea. Turning swiftly I was face to face with something I had never seen before—will probably never see again!

Here it is—just as I saw it. Take it or leave it.

A great barrel shaped Thing, tapering toward the top and surmounted by a reptilian head strangely resembling those of the huge, prehistoric creatures whose reproductions stand in various museums. It lifted what must have been a good twenty feet. Widely spaced in the head were two eyes—eyes such as were never conceived of even in the wildest nightmare! Immense, at least a full foot in diameter, round, slightly bulging, and as dead looking as though they had seen all the death the world has suffered since its birth! No wonder those who had seen it close by could speak of little else but the eyes!

This was the picture that came into the lenses of my seven power binoculars the moment I clapped them on to the Thing—knowing what I was looking at. At the same time I yelled to Smithy to head for it.

Through the glasses the head, those awful eyes, that portion of the body showing—and it must have been at least six feet thick, perhaps more, appeared scarcely a hundred feet away. It was covered with what looked like stiff, coarse hair, almost bristles. Strangely enough, considering the light, I gained a distinct impression of a reddish tinge. Remember that.

The bulk of the Thing simply cannot be told. To this day I don't believe that I saw anything but the head and a section of the neck—if it had a neck. What was below the surface only God knows. But listen to this. You will recollect that I mentioned a little roll coming down the island? The Thing did not rise and fall in that roll as even a whale would. The waves beat against it and broke.

As we drew nearer, the great head which had been slowly turning, stopped. The huge, dead eyes fixed themselves upon us! Even today, after fourteen years, I can still see them—yes—feel them. For seconds—it seemed like hours—they stared at us incuriously, dull and lifeless. Then, without convulsion of any sort, it started to sink, slowly, majestically—and disappeared beneath the surface. There was no swirl, no whirlpool, no fuss, no nothing. The waters closed over it and it was gone.

With its disappearance I think we breathed for the first time. I looked at Smithy—Smithy looked at me.

"J——!" I croaked.

He threw out the clutch and we lay to—staring at the empty sea. I was wringing wet and my knees shook. Smithy, normally a voluble man, was speechless. Mechanically he stooped down and picked up a little piece of wire leader from the cockpit floor, tossing it overboard. Around us was the same gray sea, the same sea birds, the same lonely, brown-sloped island. Overhead was the same gray fog. But everything was different. All the friendliness had gone. We, two frail humans, had looked into the eyes of the Past—and looking was not good.

Only a week later I was talking to N. B. Schofield, head of the Bureau of Commercial Fisheries of the California Division of Fish and Game. Schofield is an ichthyologist of considerable reputation and a pupil of the late Dr. David Starr Jordan. He suggested that I was said to have seen a strange monster and asked me about it. After I had described the Thing he was silent for a minute or two then went on to say that fishermen out of Monterey, California, swore that they had been seeing a similar creature only recently.

So frightened were some of them at what they had seen that they refused for days to go to sea. I drew a sketch of the Thing which Schofield pocketed to show to them. I haven't heard whether or not they identified it as one and the same thing. Mind you, Schofield in no wise accepted my story or theirs.

From my own experience and from those of others I will say unequivocally that the Thing is very shy.

I was never closer to the Thing than three hundred yards—perhaps more. I know two men who have been closer than that but there is no material variance in their stories and mine other than one of them thinks he saw a mouth with teeth. I am quite sure that I did not.

As to how large the Thing is—your guess is as good as mine. I have a feeling, probably a sort of sixth sense, which tells me that I saw only a small portion of the beast—that beneath the surface was a body greater than that of any known creature, a whale included. However, that is nothing more than an unprovable hunch. I do not know whether it was serpentine in form or not. I again have a feeling that it was not. If it was—then we had better revise our views on serpents.

I have told all I know about the Thing. Now, I will lay all my cards face up upon the table. Smith Warren is dead; his lips are sealed. Neale is still living but was never as close to the creature as were we. True, there are a number from out of the ranks of those twenty-five or thirty who have seen the Thing who are still alive. Some of them might come forward in defense of my story—but I shall not ask them to.

I shall never ask any man to put his neck into a noose of ridicule on my behalf. There is one man who has been closer to the Thing than any of us—but he refuses point blank to talk, even to me.

So—there you have it. Just as I wrote earlier—take it or leave it. It is all one to me. Smile if you want to—laugh if you want to. I have taken it before—I can take it again. But, when you laugh, if you do—just remember those old immortal lines— "There are stranger things," etc. Also, remember one other thing. You have not been out alone upon the sea and seen a monstrous Thing lift up out of the depths and close beside you—you have not felt the baleful stare of those awful eyes—you have not sensed the cold breath of ages past upon you. I have—and that's that. Adios.

San Clemente Fiesta Street Festival

TODAY IS THE DAY! Get some satisfaction at the 55th annual San Clemente Fiesta.

Presented by the San Clemente Chamber of Commerce

Del Mar Ave, San Clemente Ca, 92672

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Enjoy A San Clemente Staycation

Day one of my staycation via @33mitto Photos taken in San Clemente California with a little surf music to back it up...

San Clemente's Not The Same, Mr Nixon You're To Blame

Richard Milhous NixonThe 1969 protest song San Clemente's Not The Same. (Mr Nixon you're to blame)

Sung by Barbara Foster Written by Myron Ace Produced by Preview Records.

The theme of this classic denounces the Washington/political tourist crowd that bombarded San Clemente after Richard Nixon moved to our coastal hamlet and bought the Cotton's estate. To this day the home is still known as the Western White House.

Ryan Sheckler's Crib

<a href="" target="_blank">MTV Cribs Ep.1605: Ryan Sheckler</a>

Stop in at Ryan's place to check out his San Clemente Crib.

A view of basically all you would ever want to see - RS

San Clemente Thru The Eyes Of Angelina Jean

Explore the city of San Clemente through the eyes of photographer Angelina Jean

Wear Sunscreen

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.

The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience...

I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.

But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked...

You're not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.

The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you.


Don't be reckless with other people's hearts, don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.


Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind...
the race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.


Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life... the most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't, maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't, maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary... what ever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either - your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body, use it every way you can... don't be afraid of it, or what other people
think of it, it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own...

Dance... even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents, you never know when they'll be gone for

Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on.

Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.


Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it.

Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen...

San Clemente Ocean Festival This Weekend!

San Clemente Ocean Festival comes to the SC Pier this weekend!

Come on down for the GREATEST SHOW ON SURF!

How To Paint A Surfboard By Drew Brophy

The worlds top surfboard artist, @DrewBrophy, demonstrates how to easily paint a new surfboard quickly on the beach with masking tape and spray paint and takes the newly painted board out for a surf.
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Wheeler North Artificial Kelp Reef

San Clemente Pier News

State and utility officials applauded the completion yesterday of the world's first artificial kelp reef, which they say will provide a thriving habitat for fish and marine organisms for decades.

Spread over two miles south of San Clemente Pier, the pioneering reef was undertaken by Southern California Edison to make up for environmental damage caused by the San Onofre Nuclear Generating Station. read more

Greg Long Wins Pico Alto International

Congrats to San Clemente Local Greg Long for winning the Pico Alto International, looks like Punta Hermosa is one knarly wave!

Freedom 101 Let Freedom Ring

Happy 4th! Watch this video crash up covering the political landscape of the 1960's, featuring mlk, jfk, rfk, malcolm x, ronald reagan, and barry goldwater, LET FREEDOM RING!

Park Semper Fi The Marine Monument of San Clemente

Some people live an entire lifetime and wonder if they ever made a difference in the world. The Marines don't have that problem - President Ronald Reagan

San Clemente Municipal Pier, San Clemente California

San Clemente Municipal Pier
San Clemente CA 92672

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