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.
So if you have a minute, check out my play time.
Linda Mar Small Waves Big Board from Tom Adams on Vimeo.
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.
My future daughter-in-law took me to the beach to watch the birds, chat it up, and see some SUP surfing. Here’s a bit of our morning set to the contemplative jazz of Scott Wilkie.
SUP Days are better than others, and this afternoon I may just SUP, but in the mean time, here are some coastal black and whites that start with the letter S.
Clockwise from upper left, Sandy Steps, Skimboarding, Surfing, Seagulls, & SUP Surfing
Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Anything that Starts with the Letter S
Remember New Brighton? We’ve had so much fun there, but that was in summer with warm water and small surf.
Yesterday the surf was unruly up and down my coast, but there were hints that it might settle down in the afternoon. It was a play day and my gills were dry so I gathered my gear and hit the road. Every beach had monster waves, but I was not going to any beach, I was going to the one that might be small enough for me.
Santa Cruz was on fire with wild waves from the west side to Capitola. When I arrived at New Brighton the tide was low, and there were no fewer than 40 surfers riding smallish fast waves, with not A SUP in sight.
(SUP is an abbreviation for Stand Up Paddleboard.)
So I waited until the tide started to rise, and watched the surfers leave one by one until it was my size, and uncrowded. I caught a couple of waves and had plenty of paddling. Good thing too, since the storm is back today with heavy wind, strong surf, and sideways rain.
The wind is up, my hands are dry. I’m cold. There’s a solitary paddle boarder on the water who looks like a spec without binoculars.
The second shot is a little closer. The paddleboarder is just left of the pump house at the far right of the parking lot. He looks like a slender stick in the water.
With the zoom as far as it goes, the paddle is visible, but where are the waves?
I plan to go out and get a few shots, but later, when I’m warm, when the tide is out. For now, I like it Write Here, Write Now.
Write Here, Write Now
Victoria British Columbia left its prints on me. I was only there once, back in 1973, on the return leg of a leisurely jaunt through B.C. and Alberta. The place seemed magical. I saw my first Belted Kingfisher in Victoria. It was on the west coast. There were Bald Eagles too, but the Kingfisher is the bird I remember best. There were two and they sang. They danced in the air. They flew high, and turned hard. It was a courtship of sorts, and it brought the coast alive.
We spent the late afternoon and evening at Buchart Gardens touring the grand landscape while waiting patiently for the sun to set so we could bask in the garden’s luminous evening light. It was as promised.
I hadn’t been to England yet, but in retrospect, Victoria reminds me of the quaint bits of London. Very proper, yet ever so enchanting. And they have Stand Up Paddleboarding, from flat water to surf.
Today, I’d stay at Ultimate BnB on the West Shore. Within two blocks you can SUP the lagoon or the ocean. The BnB is gorgeous, and the owner loves the water. There are board rental shops at several locations including SUP Victoria and Ocean River Sports.
And there’s great surfing up the west coast at Tofino. You can rent gear at Tofino Paddle Surf. Check out the Tofino SUP Surfing video.
If you have 8 minutes, check out the Naish SUP trip into the northwest. They paddled in flat water, SUP Surfed in Tofino, and paddled by bears. Naish has a full line of stand up paddleboards for flat, surf, downwind, and more. You can s
Naish SUP-tripping up the Pacific Northwest from Naish International on Vimeo.
The wetsuit zipper snagged half way up. He contorted his body this way and that but it just wouldn’t budge. With two deep breaths he gathered himself, grabbed his board, and made quick steps to the shore, where she resolved the tangle and raced him to the waves.
I’m still under the weather, and it was raining, but I had to hit the waves with my camera. Mind you my better gear is not rain friendly so I used my little Lumix pocket cam which takes full HD video though its zoom lens is tough to hold steady hand held.
Today there were three paddle boarders in the surf. I met one of them, Rick, after his session. To be fair, he caught a few nice waves while I walked from my car to the rocks where I recorded one good wipeout and the last ride he rode for the day.