Monday, March 10, 2008

surfing

It has been about four months since my last surfing adventure. Last November Tim and I went to Costa Rica with Tim's brother and sister-in-law (Jonathan and Gretchen) and our friends Jeff and Kerri. I must say it was much warmer and a lot less crowded, but that's a different story.

Lately I have been coaxed out again into the cold waters of Southern California by Tim and our friends Erin and Bryan. We have had beautiful days, warm and amazing sunshine and with wet suits, booties and gloves I must say one gets toasty.

I recently learned that I really like the sorter boards - smaller, easier to manage. And I have been able to catch a few small waves in the white water. I once even got a nice "cut" in one (mom, please read that as "I was able to turn the board while standing on it").

Although I have learned much of the surf lingo (more than the "how-to") there are still a few things that I think need some language. Like when you get tossed of a wave and get some help with the snot knocked out of you - literally. What is that called? A salt-water nasal enima? Maybe I heard that somewhere. It's like the "farmer's blow" only with some help . . .

Anyway - what I think I like best (to quote my nephew) is the taste of the water. There is just nothing like salt water washing over you . . .

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