On Sunday the wife and I put the bikeracks on the car and drove to Coronado. From there we rode on the Silver Strand bike trail. About 25 miles (there and back) of the bay on one side and the ocean on the other. We rode along sidethe Coronado golf course and then headed down the bike path of the narrow length of land that attaches Coronado to Imperial Beach. We saw the SEAL training grounds (one lone guy humping a big pack across the dunes) and the Navy antenna that featured prominently as a background shot for John from Cincinatti. Silver Strand beach looks very nice, we may have to try it out some time.
The ocean breeze on the way out turned out to be a headwind on the way back so I was huffing pretty bad by the end of it. We wrapped up with a lunch by the ferry dock. Fun day out and about in SD
It’s been over three years since I’ve moved to San Diego. This morning was the first time I’ve ever surfed.
Oh, I’d like to say it was easy and fun and I’m a natural but the reality of it is much more mundane. Think about a slightly rounded slab of foam and fiberglass as wide as your shoulders and as tall as you are. Now lie down flat on it. Now put the whole thing in water and don’t tip over.
Most of my first time out was just finding my balance. I could blame it on the time (7 am on a Saturday) but mainly it was because I’m out of shape and a total newbie. So once you’re on the board then you have to move. This involves pulling yourself by your hands through the water (quaintly known as “paddling”). This will involve muscles you haven’t used before in your life.
Then there’s the whole art of catching a wave. I understand why there’s a whole language to waves (much like eskimos and snow) considering the variety. I am proud to say I was pushed towards shore by something other than my own paddling so I guess you could say I surfed.
But there was a real surfer out there this morning. He was thin but healthy. Looking like Sam Elliot in Road House with his hair down. He barely touched the water the whole time. He’d calmly kneel on his board (so that’s front to back balance not just side to side) dipping his long arms into the water to effortlessly paddle out. He’d catch every wave he wanted to walking back and forth on his board while shooting down the beach. As the momentum slowed he’d kneel back down and start the cycle over again.
I’ve got a way’s to go before I reach the Sam-Elliot-Zen mastery of surfing, but the morning was beautiful, the water was warm(ish) and I’ll be back to try again soon. Next time I might even catch a wave.