
When I first bought my home back in March of 2003, I couldn't help but notice all the surfer guys, with heads hung low, walking around with a broken board under their arm. I promptly named my beach Brokin' Board Beach (actually it was Brokin' da Board Beach). I learned very quickly that the surf behind my house was nothing to play with. Even Tom, then owner of Jungle Surf, knew the heartache of breaking your board and offered a free breakfast to anyone that came in with a broken board. Sweet. He's since sold out and moved way down south but I did see him at the beach the other day, checking out the waves with his old buddies (Surf Sandpiper slideshow).
When I passed this sign on my way to Jaco, I thought it photo-worthy and turned around my car to go back and take this snapshot. Later, when I returned home, the board was gone. For anyone reading this that knows me, I WANT THE BROKEN BOARDS. I want to make something really cool. One day, I will officially put up a sign indicating "Brokin' Board Beach" that-a-way...
For now, it's a local secret.