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Ya, I still have it and a Plastic Fantastic Twin Fin which is currently on loan to my oldest grandson.

I'm heading to the Petting Zoo in a few, but if this thread remains active, I'll post some pix of my '71 trip I found.

Back then the Mex's in San Blas used canoes that had been hollowed out of tree trunks. They'd have a 40 hp Johnson Outboard. There was a flood a couple days before we got there and the bridge into San Blas was washed out. They lashed several of the dugout canoes together to make a ferry. Only way into the town. Locals rode free, Gringos had to pay to get across. Good times, great memories.


Here is one story that I've told before...........


This will kind of date me but that’s OK. I got started surfing in 1965. I graduated high school in 1969. If you didn’t have a high lottery number or a deferment you were on your way to ‘Nam as a ground pounder. Luckily my number didn’t come up. Mean time I stayed in school and majored in ….. well let’s just say it was not academics. In the spring semester of 1971 my younger brother and I took off in February in the middle of the semester for San Blas Mexico. I’d just received a letter from a friend who was there. He said the waves were bitchin’, to bring lots of acid and plenty of papers. Seems they were having to roll their reefers in Gideon’s bible pages. We took off with two other guys. Well we were about 20 hours into the trip, somewhere between Houston Texas and San Blas, in Mexico. We were in a mid sixties model Ford Falcon, and no A/C. We had decided to drive straight through so as to get there as soon as possible. IIRC there was a particularly good swell and the mile long wave was working at “Big Stoners” point. Well four guys in a Falcon sweating in tropical heat gets pretty aromatic. We see this beautiful pristine waterfall in the far distance.


A digital image of a picture I took in 1971 or thereabouts. One of the few survivors from that time-period.


Were we stoked. The middle of the jungle, mountains all around. Bromeliads growing off every tree. It looked like the garden of Eden to us. Well we travel for seemed like an interminable length of time and there it is just around the next bend. We pull up on the side of the road, get out, run through the jungle shucking our clothes. What a rush. In the middle of the jungle and a waterfall like something you’d see out of a Tarzan movie or a south sea adventure. I’d not been surprised if Maureen O’Sullivan and Cheetah had stepped out. So we bathe in the waterfall. Were we jazzed. Cooled off and refreshed we got dressed and back in the car. About a mile up the road we enter a village located on each side of a stream that ran down the mountain to the waterfall where we had just performed our ablutions. Stick huts, thatched roofs . Serapes for door closures. Pigs, chickens and stuff wondering in an out. Next thing we notice is folks dumping their trash and sewage and what-not into this stream that led to where we had just bathed. Bummer,

I guess we do all live downstream. We had a good laugh at ourselves for being such dumbasses. Here we thought we were in Nirvana, turns out we were bathing in a sewer.



ya!

GWB