Western fog....I met my friend at the beach. From the parking lot the ocean was invisible. We decided to go with the odds as far as where to paddle out. There was one spot where 2 dudes and a woman were suiting up. That’s about as good of an assessment as one could wish for given the circumstances. We were not disappointed.
Okay, granted I have had many a session in weak choppy lifeless surf this summer so my wave-o-meter not calibrated. The waves were fun. It’s not so much that they were even that fun because, truth be told, they were backing off quite a bit and had no juice but they were GLASSY!
Oohhhhh, the glass! Paddling out when the ocean is shiny and smooth is a treat regardless of the wave quality. There is something magical about seeing such a huge body of water so well groomed. I imagine myself skimming effortlessly across the surface leaving to trace. And then when the waves came through they were gorgeous. I smile with the thought of it.
Glassy days are rare around here. There is joy in knowing that so many elements had to come together to create those special conditions. It feels like a honor to be able to share in the experience. This morning I celebrated with a few surfers, a curious sea lion pup and a playful dolphin. I still have fond images of exceptionally glassy days from my childhood burned into my memory.
I had planned on getting up at 5:15am this morning for a dawn patrol but my daughter decided that 5:00 would be more appropriate so she got me up a little than expected. After coaxing her back to sleep I was able to be out of the house by 5:30. The weather was clear by my house but as I headed west the fog got so thick I needed the wipers. Even now as I look off my back porch I can see blue skies every directions except west. During the summer the fog enjoys lounging on the coast.
I met my friend at the beach. From the parking lot the ocean was invisible. We decided to go with the odds as far as where to paddle out. There was one spot where 2 dudes and a woman were suiting up. That’s about as good of an assessment as one could wish for given the circumstances. We were not disappointed.
Okay, granted I have had many a session in weak choppy lifeless surf this summer so my wave-o-meter not calibrated. The waves were fun. It’s not so much that they were even that fun because, truth be told, they were backing off quite a bit and had no juice but they were GLASSY!
Oohhhhh, the glass! Paddling out when the ocean is shiny and smooth is a treat regardless of the wave quality. There is something magical about seeing such a huge body of water so well groomed. I imagine myself skimming effortlessly across the surface leaving to trace. And then when the waves came through they were gorgeous. I smile with the thought of it.
Glassy days are rare around here. There is joy in knowing that so many elements had to come together to create those special conditions. It feels like a honor to be able to share in the experience. This morning I celebrated with a few surfers, a curious sea lion pup and a playful dolphin. I still have fond images of exceptionally glassy days from my childhood burned into my memory.
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