Weedmaps Didn’t Come To The North Shore To Party

There’s something budding in the surf community. Over the past week, we’ve been hanging at the Weedmaps house, watching it blossom into something wonderful. But, first, let’s explain what the company does, they don’t sell marijuana, they’re a tech company geared toward the medicinal use, particularly dispensaries. Essentially they’re the Yelp of weed, and just recently they’ve dipped into the sports world. Today was the final morning of their “Pipe Experience”, the last day of organic Non-GMO cooking from Hawaiian Fresh Farms with each day sponsored by the biggest companies in the cannabis: FlavrX, Showgrow, Flower of Life CBD, California Unified and West Coast Cure. Guests left with towels, CBD pens (the part of the plant that doesn’t get you high), shirts, hats, and now the doors of the most magnificent manor on the North Shore are closed. 

They set out with one objective, get their name out in the surf world (they also had a moto and skate team out here), make a little noise and provide a health and wellness centre for their team riders. As Eric Sorensen, the man running the show puts it, “it’s like the Lakers’ locker room in here.” And if the Lakers were surrounded by a constant rolling of joints – mostly at the hands of the skate team – that’s not far off. They had masseuses in daily, IV treatments, yoga sessions in the morning, and MMA on the lawn overlooking Sunset Beach.  

But, what’s gotten folks around the North Shore stirring are the parties they had each night. It started with a barbeque hosted by Dustin Barca on Sunday had a stoney and welcoming vibe. As the week rolled on, the crowd grew and word got out. What was originally spoken about across the North Shore as the “weed” house officially became the Weedmaps house and by the end of their stay it cracked off. In the world of surf, it’s apparent; WM is here to stay. And their surf team consists of Bruce Irons, Joel Tudor, Nathan Fletcher, and Dustin Barca. 

I’ve heard their final shindig called the party of the winter. “Oh yeah!” Bruce, who’s seen his fair share of parties on the North Shore, told Stab upon mentioning. “You know what’s funny? The first night it was slow, everybody was meeting each other, then it slowly progressed, and the last night it went off. We knew it was going to happen but it wasn’t planned. A party is going to go off here and there won’t be any problems. It’s been all good vibes.”