I have erased ten times what I wrote- nothing seems to work. Nothing will. I am sitting here alone and my house is empty, Nick and his amazing wife, Sarah, have left back to Florida- I wish they didn't leave, they were so enjoyable to be around. I dont have anything or anybody to talk to and this silence sucks so i guess i write here.
I am so sorry for the parents of Zach and Libby. I am so sorry for Tasshia . I am just sad and sorry for the pain that this is causing.
I get to the beach on Friday and Zach takes my boat after EJ tunes it and brings it back and says, "bam Swanny she's a good one, lets ride." Ive had a chance to get to know these wonderful people over the last few years and you could tell that he was super stoked to ride. The thing is about Zach he was always stoked to ride, and this guy would ride a lot. When I first met him maybe six years ago I would always notice this guy with a blue boat with racing numbers riding damn near 15 gallons a session in the surf. But this time was a different stoke. He recently had a baby a year ago and it cut into his riding time so you could tell he was eager to get out, even in the small stuff. When all else complain about the surf, Zach never said a word about bad surf. He just doesn't want to get salty though, this guy rode hard and he had gotten really really good. We head out and go find some shore break south of the mouth. Moody, Jerry Brandon, Cuong, Tod and Kenlin, I remember thinking to myself, "not good surf, but amazing people, jeeez this is cool." There was one surf slash where I was maybe 30 feet behind a wave that he just beat up and the damn spray hit me so hard I almost got mad for a split second. I started laughing cause he just freaking doused me so hard. I remember three slashes from him that session.
We then met at the mexi restaurant and had a little dinner and enjoyed ourselves for a while. I started to get tired and thought about calling it a night, but those three wouldnt let me call it a night so next door we went. Libby had some pop in her that night. She was on fire, cracking me up, taking charge and simply having fun.
The end of the night at the Nestucca lodge was me, Nick, Sarah, Long Beach Eddie, Sirlin, Kevin (crashski), Ludo, Cuong, Zach, Libby, and Tasshia. We left five minutes after they did and not more than ten minutes after that was the accident.
Zach and Libby had an amazing last day and night. They will forever be remembered by a lot of people. They have left a wonderful little boy to this world that I hope will never get tired of hearing stories about his mom and dad. I will never quit talking about my buddy Zach. He noticed I had been riding solo lately and he promised me he was going to be heading to Gearhart to ride with me a lot. It was twice as close to his house and we had an extensive talk about riding next weekend. I was so excited to get a chance to start riding a lot with Zach. He was my riding buddy. He was many peoples riding buddy, but they were both everyones buddy.
R.I.P. Zach and Libby-