At midday, it’s too
hot for surfing or
much of anything
else. Friends laze in
hammocks at the
cinder block house
where the author
lived.
At right, the view
from the porch.
The support group
Four months later, over the holidays, I
started writing letters and applications,
organizing the surf camp and searching for
staff. Sharp Kemp wanted to help. He is a
student at N.C. State and a longtime friend
from Morehead City who used to fish with
my brother and cook for me on the beach
behind my house. In the spring, I ran into
Abby Stark in Costa Rica. I recognized her
because I’d seen her at a Bob Marley tribute concert at the Cat’s Cradle in Carrboro.
She also wanted to teach at the surf camp.
Andy Wolfe, a friend from Morehead who
goes to Columbia and speaks perfect Spanish, offered two weeks of his time. In February, Jeff Carver called me from Florida,
where he’s in school at Jacksonville University, and he wanted to help with the camp
and fundraising. Jeff’s parents and my parents were friends in college.
We worked together over the phone and
wrote letters to friends and family, request-
ing donations. Without the support of this
staff and private donors, the project would
have been impossible. In April, I received a
$1,500 internship grant from the N.C. Fellows Program that secured the possibility of
the camp. Atlantic Beach Surf Shop and
