It's like living on a boat
not the "let's have rum drinks while sitting on the fan tale and complain about docking fees"
living on a boat
but the real life
everything I own is wet and mouldy
I feel like Opus in Bloom County
a penguin that has a chronic personal moisture issues
but I digress..
he hates the rain
any kind of moisture really
he hates each individual drop
he has been out doing his morning routine
checking the perimeter for
who knows what
and now his tail is wet
and of course
this is my fault
as his staff
I exist only
to do his
or I get a quick claw
to my mouldy leg
more rain in two days in July than in most of the years "rainy season"
for a while in some sort of heat stroke / mojito delirium I thought the east coast and west coast had been swapped I ran down to the beach for some sort of swellular confirmation but the results were inconclusive...
so we just waited it out with just netflix and a fan
on the plus side my lawn got watered local officials have subsequently issued a warrant out for hurricane Dolores for violation of the strict no water ordinances....
as far as vacations go I've had worse but I think I really don't like South Florida...
It was probably the chronic sunburn but surfing the glass off was always like surfing in a bathtub a salty one filled with dozens of my closest friends... but for a handful of days the wind would quit the wave faces would become sheet glass and we would all see how long into the sunset after glow we could still see the sets coming
or as we like to refer to it here at 23B
I can't think of anything to post ...
I don't mean I personally own one
but they are part of the wild life
in my local urban setting
I also have a cat
although I don't really think of our relationship
as an owner and property
a uber rich alien life form
vacationing on this planet
and the staff
who's job it is to wait on the
hand and foot
hoping to make their stay
(I will let you figure out who is the alien and who is the staff,
other then to tell you I have never been so over worked for so little pay in my life)
But I mention all of this to explain why I get up every morning and accompany my client, er I mean cat on this morning walk around the estate.
To sniff here and there, perchance to mark the territory with that crazy little backwards dance cats do when they spray.
As I enjoy the predawn and my double double espresso that brings me back to life every morning
whether I want to or not
I have been witness to the morning symphony of the birds
I think the whole thing is keyed to the morning increase in temperature
as the insects start to stir the early birds in search of the elusive worm
the birds get their cow bell on
it starts slowly and grows
the bees add there bass hum
the humming birds come in on the down beat
and the whole place goes nuts
Every New Years concert you have ever been to
just for me and the cat
who couldn't care less
So where am I going with this?
but to say
it's warm in the morning now
high pressure is building for the rest of the week
it's going to warm up
from all reports the water is as warm as it gets
and it's only May
The high should make the morning winds a little more manageable
go get in the water
I'm sitting chest deep in the shore break washing machine waiting for another wave.
The new sandbar created by runoff from the recent rains was getting along nicely with the dropping tide and with the addition of a new SW swell to the fading yet still potent NW.
Of course most people were sitting to far outside to pick up these inside gems and that was fine by me. The truly great ones were far and few between. Everything had to come together just right. Too much NW and the wave just closed out.Too much SW and the wave raced along, just too fast to catch.The match I was looking for were combos of both swells and roped along the new inside bar.
I had caught two already and I was hoping for one more before I called it a day.
I had almost given up when a peak popped up just to my left.I have always liked a good no paddle take off when I rode standup boards and I enjoy it just as much on the mat. The take offs weren’t totally no paddle, but more a little positioning adjustment to get up under the lip before it pitched and a little flutter of the fins to change direction from being sucked up the wave to hurdling down the face.
The bottom turn on a mat is a composite movement and done properly, a thing of beauty. You take the speed you gained racing down the face, then squeeze the mat allowing it to morph into the shape you need along the inside rail and then add a twist of body English and a dash of fin tip. The result squirts you out and along the face of the wave going faster than you were going before and that was pretty fast. Out toward whatever comes. In this case what was coming was the nice thick pitching section I was hoping for.
Since I was now a little low on the wave face I lessened my grip on my outside rail, which flattens the mat making it slow its’ forward trajectory and the water rushing up the the wave face elevated me on the swell.Once I was higher on the wave face I just need to re-squeeze the outside rail, moving the air in the mat to plump my inside rail, just like a ballpark frank. Then you just lean forward, twist slightly and enjoy the view.
The view, in this case, was pinching down at the end.I had no complaints but I was now fairly close to shore and but it looked like this wave was going to end with a slap down.
There are several ways to end your participation in waves like this.Pushing off the mat and free falling to the tube floor is always a good one.Easy to do and generally resulting in only a minor beating while your mat washing up on shore without you.While I mulled over some possible exit strategies the decision was made for me by a slight warble of water coming up the wave face.This particular bit of water slowed my forward progress enough to embed me in the lip.The lip, now really the roof at this point, paid me no never mind and proceeded to invert my mat and I and slamed both of us on the sand.
Fortunately the mat was fine.My body had broken its fall.