We were packed for a Bolinas outing. We’d planned to paddle the lagoon, check in on the nesting herons and egrets, maybe snag a few waves at one of the surf spots.
The sleepy little town of Stinson Beach is set against the steep western flank of Mount Tamalpais. It’s really quite the treat just standing at the shore looking out to sea, or up the coast toward Bolinas, or over your shoulder to the massive mountain that holds this little town so carefully.
We had a great breakfast at Parkside Cafe, scouted the surf for long enough to know that there might be waves at Bolinas, then hit the road for the last stretch. But by the time we got there the beach was packed, the town was heading toward bumper-to-bumper traffic and it was already 75 degrees.
We paid a short visit to Audubon Canyon Ranch. At least we could see the heron and egret rookeries. But there were none this year. There’s speculation that an increased population of bald eagles may be the culprit.
Onward to Point Reyes Station where we put in to paddle up a creek. Lagunitas creek to be precise. What we found was quite stunning. Maybe a half mile of water just deep enough to paddle. There were cormorants, turtles, and the odd cow in the rolling meadows beside the water. A few fish jumped along the way.
If only I’d brought along the GoPro. But we did visit Spirit Matters, the lovely little shop in Inverness Park that hosts so many treats for the spirit. Donna found a Kwan Yin seated on a turtle, just like the ones we saw in the creek.
The next day, back in Pacifica, I snagged a few little waves right out my own front door. Check it out, all set to some nifty little jazz. Hey, it’s only a minute.
I’m shopping for a new Stand Up Paddle board. My current SUP was fantastic when I got it last summer. But now I have a bit of experience and am ready for an upgrade.
I’ve tried a few and have found that what looks good on paper, or even looks good on the rack or on the floor, isn’t always the one to get. Trying before buying appears to be a pretty good bet, unless you’re willing to grow into the board while flailing and falling and I’m really not.
I thank my friend Eric for giving me the chance to try aKings SUP. The boards are magnificent, and light, and if you check out the two minute video below you’ll see that in the right hands the boards are simply delicious.
I’ll keep you posted on what I end up with, at which point I’ll have a near new F-One Manawa for sale along with it’s expensive FCS board bag.
Now sit back and check out Kings SUP at Santa Cruz’s Indicators surf spot.
I’ve been busy, and tired, and edgy for waves. Not the gigantic wind chop slop that’s come day after day. I’ve needed rest, but only as a last resort, when the caffeine and the chocolate have run their course and left me deflated, eyes flapping in a wind of to dos.
My posts have been pushed past the end of the day then placed on the shelf where they just gather dust. But this morning the wind stopped, the swell dropped, and the sun came out. There was time to take out my big board for some much needed play.
Caught a few waves, recharged my battery, now ready for a 21-day cleanse that starts tomorrow with no caffeine, sugar, gluten, dairy, or alcohol. What’s left, you might ask. Fruit, veggies, lean meat, fresh fish, almond butter, humus, and lots and lots of water.
It’s been at least two weeks since I stepped foot in the surf. The waves have been large and unruly but it rained which is good. My ten week workshop with the San Francisco Writers Studio has been fulfilling. This class ends Tuesday. I signed up for the next one which starts in two weeks. Between now and then I plan to publish some of the work I’ve done in the class.
Yesterday I got wet and it solidified the notion that SUP days are better than others. Even though I lost my footing more than once, I caught waves and paddled the length of the beach. After an hour session I left the water with a clear head and sore muscles.
So why the title African SUP? Watch the one minute video: It’s the music.
This afternoon I walked the beach to greet the incoming swell that will pump through Mavericks tomorrow. It’s not expected to be the gargantuan size that they sometimes get, but a 20 foot face would certainly get my chest thumping.
Today, with an outgoing tide and plenty of shore birds, I got a few SUPs against some crisp jazz. Enjoy.