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What a good educational video! I am just learning that my great (x4) grandfather was born in Aguanga. He was brought to San Juan Capistrano and raised Juaneño according to his records. But it’s possible he was actually Luiseño (Payómkawichum?)… I’m looking forward to finding out more. Thank you to everyone who has worked through the ages to keep the records, culture and identity of indigenous heritage! ❤
Don JOSE A. SEPULBEDA WAS MADE COMMISSIONER OF SAN JUAN CAPISTRANO MISSION IN 1836, Y FATHER THOMAS B. SEPULVEDA WAS BORN ACROSS THE STREET OF THE MISSION, MY GRANDMOTHER WAS A DESCENDENT OF THE AGUILAR FAMILY , IN FACT CRISTOBAL AGUILAR WAS NAMED ON THE WILL AND TESTAMENTO OF MY GREAT-GREAT-GRANDFATHERS WILL…!
I totally agree with ya, the mid 60’s to the mid 70’s was my favorite time surfing So.Cal. beach’s, oh the fond memories with my two older brothers listening to The Beach Boys, Doors, Cream & others on the good ol 8-track tape player in the car, those tapes were huge compared to cassettes and cd’s…ah the good ol days when you could leave the house in the morning to go surfing & skateboarding & not return until lunch or dinner and your parents didn’t even worry, I miss those care free days, good times indeed I tell ya!
Trespassed on Dana Point in the late seventies. Before they built it up. There was one abandoned house right on the cliff what a great time to live there
What a hoot... this was my crowd, I lived in Dana Point and went to San Clemente High, class of '68. One cold ass stormy winter day 3 of us had Uppers to ourselves riding stand up barrels until we had to come in frozen to the bone. No one was around so we lit a fire and stood there hard rattling, blowing seawater out of our noses, until we spotted a lone Marine walking our way. It was decided to take this guy on and get him to let us walk away instead of facing that brutal ocean with the strongest North to South current we had ever been in. This plan went to shit as soon as we saw his Captain bars, and he started barking orders to put our boards down, and talking into his hand held radio calling for the truck. I feigned defeat but never let go of my board, waiting for my chance to bolt. He fell for the oldest trick when I sold it, "Is that the truck coming now?" I had a full step and a half lead by the time he looked back and lunged to get me, which gave my buddies the opportunity to Y off an escape as well. We almost drown laughing... I bet he never lived it down, loosing 3 prisoners in a matter of minutes. One__of many stories. ✍))
My dad was hired by Transocean sometime in 1954 and was immediately farmed out to Iranian Airways, a subsidiary to Transocean! His name was Captain T. K. Delahunt based out of Oakland CA
In my opinion, the Army Corp of Engineers ruined the Wedge during their last repair. The impact zone of the large waves caused the massive jetty boulders to slide down in the sand away from the jetty. Instead of just putting them back where they belonged, they put much smaller boulders and shards of granite. This changed the slope of the jetty and affected the side wave. The shards would bounce off my head. Really a bad job of fixing the jetty.
Papa Paepo’o prone-style , no skeggs just flat bottom wood boards. Riding a 3/8” - 1/2” thick plywood is surfing. Until surf foam came along n sponge boards, it’s not paipo cause paipo is made out of wood..
I am Acjachemen. My grandparents going back 8 generations to the 1700’s where born in the San Juan Capistrano Mission. This video is super interesting because, I have more grandparents born at different missions up the coast. Wish I knew much more about my heritage.
