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- Feb 23, 2004
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Things are a little slow, so I'll share an experience with you. Hope you enjoy it.
We must be having an Indian Spring in Santa Cruz. Temps soared into the 70s, the faint breeze brought the sweet smell of the ocean. From my cottage, I could hear the distant crunch of the waves. I loaded my Long surf board onto my rusted bicycle and rode to the beach. I surfed a spot called the hook. A long, flat table rock went out under the Ocean at this location. The clear blue waves curved a bit on this rock shelf, so the wave was called the "hook".
I walked out onto the flat rock shelf, wading deeper into the swirling, cool green waters. I could feel various slimy sea creatures under foot the deeper I got. The waves lifted and crunch down, sending a foamy wash into the shore.
I took my turn riding the waves with a pack of 10 yrs old kids. The bronzed kids paddled the ocean and handled each wave with the grace of dolphins. I was definetly over matched.
As the afternoon wore on, the tide went out and I could see more of the flat table rock along the shoreline. I decided to take my last ride in. A set of waves came in and the kids "squids" all took off. Alone, I saw that the next wave was my ride to shore. I felt the lift of the wave, my board became alive and shot forward. I stood up, healed the board and shot along the face of the wave, following the shore line. As I approached the shore, the wave began to diminish. I could feel my surfboard starting to hit the bottom.
The next set of circumstances I'll never forget, I jumped off the board and landed on the back of a giant Ling Cod, sitting in the shallows. Startled, I saw the charging 5' fish under my feet. I flipped over onto my back and watched the surprised fish racing away.
I never imagined that the Ling Cod would ever be in 7" of water, so close to the beach. Wow... bareback riding a Ling Cod!
We must be having an Indian Spring in Santa Cruz. Temps soared into the 70s, the faint breeze brought the sweet smell of the ocean. From my cottage, I could hear the distant crunch of the waves. I loaded my Long surf board onto my rusted bicycle and rode to the beach. I surfed a spot called the hook. A long, flat table rock went out under the Ocean at this location. The clear blue waves curved a bit on this rock shelf, so the wave was called the "hook".
I walked out onto the flat rock shelf, wading deeper into the swirling, cool green waters. I could feel various slimy sea creatures under foot the deeper I got. The waves lifted and crunch down, sending a foamy wash into the shore.
I took my turn riding the waves with a pack of 10 yrs old kids. The bronzed kids paddled the ocean and handled each wave with the grace of dolphins. I was definetly over matched.
As the afternoon wore on, the tide went out and I could see more of the flat table rock along the shoreline. I decided to take my last ride in. A set of waves came in and the kids "squids" all took off. Alone, I saw that the next wave was my ride to shore. I felt the lift of the wave, my board became alive and shot forward. I stood up, healed the board and shot along the face of the wave, following the shore line. As I approached the shore, the wave began to diminish. I could feel my surfboard starting to hit the bottom.
The next set of circumstances I'll never forget, I jumped off the board and landed on the back of a giant Ling Cod, sitting in the shallows. Startled, I saw the charging 5' fish under my feet. I flipped over onto my back and watched the surprised fish racing away.
I never imagined that the Ling Cod would ever be in 7" of water, so close to the beach. Wow... bareback riding a Ling Cod!