Evening Session with Special Guests - 6/8/2020

Marlon didn't like surfing the full high tides the past few days - and with the swell dropping the prospect of going wasn't tickling his itch - so I was going to go solo BUT La and Noe wanted to get out of the house and go walking on the beach!  And they brought the big camera!

The wind was light and there was less chop on the water because of that.  There were two wing foilers out, but the wind pretty much died while they were out (not a fun paddle back in having to pack down a wing). 

The swell had also come down a notch - it was still chest high on the sets, but the norm was waist.  And to no one's surprise, the tide was high at 2.0'.  There were only a handful of people out when we got there, and by the time I finished, I was the only one out - perfect foiling conditions and no one out - you can't pay for that!!!

I had the wide 4'10", the tall mast, the GL180 and the P18W out.  The P18W is the fastest tail wing I have.  Minimal drag and enough tip to tip length to get the lift I want (as I'm 190#s).

I had some fun long waves with a couple of pump back out runs.  I had my fill and called it (didn't want to make La and Noe wait too long).  Being able to generate so much stoke from crap waves like this is such a blessing - I love foil surfing!!!

Scarfing

With the temperatures dropping and the fish and surf slowing down in the Northern Hemisphere, I've been FORCED to seek new alternatives. And in determining where to channel my pent up energy, I sought the most noble of pursuits - a quest of epic proportions and one that will enrich my repertoire. Nevermind kitesurfing. Forget windsurfing or conquering wind driven waves. No - mano e piscine wrestling doesn't hold a candle to this. I consulted with the great oracle (You Tube) and taught myself to knit. YES I SAID KNIT. In reality, I have aspirations to knit rod "tube socks" for the fly rod tubes I have - a small way to protect the tubes that protect the rods. But as in all of the supreme endeavors worth pursuing, the journey begins with a single step. Here are the first steps I've taken in a new and exciting world - scarves. One for Marlon and one for Noe. Now I know what you're think - "Oh how the mighty have fallen!!!???!!! What is this world coming to? Is there no hope for the generation of new and most powerful stoke?". Well, I will admit - I don't get the same adrenaline hit that I do stalking fish with self-tied flies, or paddling into a head high waves - but for those times when I can't be outside, or when the soul requires rest and solace, I believe I have now found the gap filler. Think about the benefits of practicing this new skill - now those long flights will seem shorter. The days of endless, pounding rain will no longer be spent sulking. And when drydocked from surfing due to orders or force protection measures, I can still contribute to my surfing or fishing by making rod tube socks, fishing mittens, scarves, fisherman/surfer sweaters, Steve Zissou watch caps, and other nautical fare worthy of developing a briny patina. Don't knock it til you try it...