PUERTO ESCONDIDO AND THE PSYCHOLOGY OF 20-FOOT SHOREBREAK

If my nerve would just double or triple in size, like the Grinch’s heart when “Welcome Christmas” chimes up from Whoville, I would so love Puerto Escondido. I devoted 20 years to what we call the “shorebreak” at Ocean Beach, San Francisco (as distinct from the much better known outside sandbars), and Puerto is the same high-handed Dominatrix of a…