The Water's Endby Christopher Hawkins
The Water's End is the story of Rob Miner, a blue-collar kid from coastal New Jersey trying to find his place in the world. He has spent his entire life dreaming of a tropical paradise where he can forget his past and surf the blue waves that haunt him. When the story opens, his grandmother has just died, and Rob knows he has nothing left to keep him home. … See more details below
The Water's End is the story of Rob Miner, a blue-collar kid from coastal New Jersey trying to find his place in the world. He has spent his entire life dreaming of a tropical paradise where he can forget his past and surf the blue waves that haunt him. When the story opens, his grandmother has just died, and Rob knows he has nothing left to keep him home. He heads for Pacific Mexico, and winds up in a remote corner of Oaxaca, full of white beaches and empty waves, Zapatista rebels and Mayan ruins. There he finds everything he'd always longed for, including another American traveler with whom he falls in love. Rob revels in his nirvana, but it does not last long. He soon discovers that the American girl is not who she claimed. She too is hiding from her past, and has brought trouble to Mexico. With one stroke, Rob's dreamscape is threatened, and he is on the run again, towards some painful lessons about life, love and dreaming.
San Francisco Chronicle,Surfer Magazine
Honolulu Star Bulletin
- Trafford Publishing
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- 5.60(w) x 8.70(h) x 0.50(d)
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The following morning, Rob stood in the driveway of Helena's, two boards upright next to him and a daypack strapped to his shoulders. Benito poured gasoline from a steel can into a faded blue Honda Express. Then he climbed aboard the moped, kick-started the engine with a rumble and motioned Rob aboard. They had tied the two boards together with bailing twine, forming a sling that held them by nose and tail. Rob eased the makeshift harness to his shoulder and lowered himself onto the rear seat. The old cycle sagged beneath their weight, and Benito checked both tires to see that they cleared their fenders. When the boy throttled up, Rob teetered and nearly slid off the back, grabbing Benito by the waist. With a whine, the moped shuttered out into the street like a sad circus mule overburdened with cargo.
They'd covered half the distance to town before Rob got the boards situated and his feet up on the pegs. They passed the cutoff to the main highway inland, and rode through town on Boulevard Virgilio Uribe. Tin warehouses and docks of the Naval Base blurred by, and they crossed a one-lane wooden bridge spanning an arroyo that looked as if it had not seen water in a hundred years. On the far side of the riverbed, town gave way to countryside and the road split, pavement heading west towards Zipolite, a dirt track hugging the coast.
Rob looked down at his bare feet in sandals, inches from the whirling spokes and the burning muffler. He closed his eyes and held tight to Benito's waist.
"How old are you?" Rob yelled into the wind.
"Fourteen?" The boy turned fully around, and Rob shouted back, "Keep your eyes on the road."
The moped climbed through headlands so rocky they fought back the jungle. Cactus and Pinon eked out a strained existence from the rock and clay. Patches of standing Acacias dotted the flats, hemmed in by villainous thorn forest. The lost soul with no map would never guess the Pacific lay within a hundred yards.
"I don't think I'll get off the main road anywhere around here."
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Christopher Hawkins lives in San Diego, California with his wife. He has travelled extensively in search of surf, including Baja, mainland Mexico, Costa Rica, Hawaii, Indonesia and New Zealand.
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This book is amazing and if your a surfer you will relate to this even more and just fall in love with this book. I couldn't put it down. I wouldn't even go out until I finished the book thats how much I loved it. People are also in line to read it! Thanks to the author
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