![]() ![]() ![]() There was a dirt road to the coast blocked by a guardhouse, but members of the San Onofre Surfing Club were allowed through. San Onofre had been one of the early outposts of California surfing, and the dedicated beach bums who camped there to surf and fish and hunt abalone had somehow convinced the military to let them keep going in after the base was built. The Beckets stuffed their Volkswagen bus full of kids and gear and headed down there on weekends. It was forty miles farther south, a little patch of undeveloped shore surrounded by a big Marine base. I loved Newport, but I loved San Onofre more. ![]() He has twice been a National Magazine Award finalist and has won numerous journalism awards, including two Overseas Press Club awards. He is the author of Cold New World, A Complicated War, Dateline Soweto, and Crossing the Line. Finnegan has been a staff writer at The New Yorker since 1987. The following is from William Finnegan's memoir Barbarian Days: A Surfing Life. ![]()
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