It's shortly before 10 a.m., and the Wedge seems to be on steroids. Hurricane Hernan is sending meaty 6- to 8-foot swells into the world-famous surf spot on the tip of the Balboa Peninsula.
At this freak of physics, the incoming walls of water carom off a rock jetty and collide with the following swells, morphing them into giant, triangular waves with vertical faces of 15 to 20 feet.
They break close to shore with explosions of white water, cavernous tubes and the rumble of a freight train. Their power can hurl people skyward or drive them mercilessly into the shallow sand bottom. The beach vibrates.
Near the "Danger: High Surf" sign, a small fraternity of aging bodysurfers and a few of their young proteges prepare to take on the mountainous waves with swim fins and scanty Speedos.
They are the venerable Wedge Crew, the Knights Templar for a few hundred yards of beach and water.
For years, this dedicated band of purists has advanced the esoteric art of bodysurfing, and for years they have tried to protect their niche against the onslaught of the bodyboard--a popular, mass-produced slab of plastic so easy to use that the dead could ride them.
"It takes a special kind of person to look at a powerful wave and try to tackle it with no vehicle," said Tom "Cash Box" Kennedy, a 38-year-old Laguna Niguel resident who's been a fixture at the Wedge for almost 23 years. "There is magic in the combination of you and the wave and nothing else."
Probably no more than 40 people bodysurf the Wedge, and only half that number brave the water from May through October, when storms in the Southern Hemisphere churn up the powerful ground swells that make this place famous.
The following is small--almost cultlike--and seems to be shrinking. Age, injury and the demands of job and family have thinned the ranks, and Generation Next seems less willing to conquer a towering wave with only its hide.
Today, the roster includes a grocer, a biologist, a holistic-health counselor, a flight instructor, a swim fin manufacturer, a professional photographer, grandfathers and the unemployed. With a few exceptions, they are in their late 30s, 40s and 50s. The youngest is 16. The oldest, at 64, is Fred Simpson, a pioneering bodysurfer who owns Viper Swim Fins. He started going to the Wedge in 1961.
Some adorn themselves with Wedge tattoos, and virtually all answer to nicknames: Smoker, Sac, Beets, Potato Head, Tank, Big Daddy, Pinkie, Dandyman, Daddy-O and Rock.
They have their own daily surf report recorded by Kevin "Mel" Thoman, 45, of Corona del Mar, a clothing line called Wedge Wear and a cocktail mixed in their honor--you guessed it, the Wedge--an elixir of white and gold tequila, mandarine Curacao, Triple Sec and pineapple-orange drink. The Studio Cafe on Balboa Peninsula serves it.
"The Wedge has become so much a part of my life, I lose sleep over it," said Ron "Romo" Romanosky, a professional photographer who has chronicled the surf spot since the 1960s. "It is hard to get the addiction out of your system."
What keeps the brethren coming back year after year, decade after decade, is the wave--a tricky, unpredictable beast at any size. When a swell hits, appointments get canceled, trips are rescheduled, sick days at work are leveraged and family obligations go unfulfilled. Some members of the crew have been known to wear swim trunks under their work clothes. Just in case.
On big days, bodysurfers can go from near-standing starts to 30 mph in seconds. The acceleration is so great it feels as if they are being sprayed with a fire hose and their skin is rolling back.
The ride begins by being sucked up the steep face of an oncoming wave while swimming forward. Below the flagging crest, a few strong kicks generally produce enough momentum to get going.
Once the rider is underway, the left arm is angled downward and the right arm is extended toward the sky. The back is arched and rotated against the wave's face, while the legs hug the vertical wall. Water explodes in all directions, and the roar is deafening.
"If you get a perfect Wedge wave, it closes over your head. The sun goes out," said Simpson, who helped develop modern bodysurfing techniques. For all the thrills and sense of accomplishment the Wedge bestows, there are serious risks. Rip currents drag swimmers around or trap them in front of huge waves that break with such force they can knock people out.
Water rushing off the steep beach can smack into incoming waves, tossing surfers into the air. The turbulence can become so severe that swimmers have a hard time making headway. On the beach, the tempestuous surge can pluck unwary spectators off the sand and roll them into the ocean.
The Wedge remains one of the few beaches, if not the only one, on the West Coast where lifeguards caution visitors before they put down their towels.
"Small days can break bones. Big days can drown you," said Matt Larson, 31, of Irvine, who has bodysurfed the break since he was a teenager.