tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53174818620327880782024-02-07T03:54:50.467-08:00wave journal of a surfer girl"The ocean stirs the heart, inspires the imagination and brings eternal joy to the soul." - Wylandsurfergrrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02804055048230651737noreply@blogger.comBlogger935125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317481862032788078.post-25531105922741814882022-08-03T12:41:00.005-07:002022-08-04T03:10:04.135-07:00Purple Toes and Mosquitoes<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj78q0Tkr52l2DLNPi8ijZYnn-g2siBJnIjMvg2yZh6adXI7HSa4t1eCgJN6lEmpWD41VhRi8NoikqA5f0JJc0KDsZM0nEiAzuI9X2h3_Nkd6RKMxN1dcZSprCo7S6W3wj1JdGcBFibcDo/w640-h480/1659556555420492-0.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="640" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Fun surf at Martinique Beach! Only my second surf in a year, after the foot surgeries. But the universe was laughing at me. Because renting a wetsuit seems icky, I went to all the trouble of bringing my wetsuit, gloves and booties, filling up half of my carry-on/only bag, and then left them at the AirBnB over an hour away. Fortunately there was a surf school renting wetsuits on the beach.</div></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br /><b>Rule #1: Cardio</b> – You can’t run away from the virus, but being in good health will help you fight it off. <a href="https://www.theatlantic.com/health/archive/2020/03/coronavirus-gyms-exercise-social-distancing/608278/">So get moving</a>!<br /><br /><b>Rule #2: The Double Tap</b> – Never assume the virus is gone. Always make sure by <a href="https://www.tiktok.com/@im.quangdang/video/6795172608770870529">washing your hands for at least 20 seconds</a> and <a href="https://www.ifixit.com/News/36423/how-to-identify-and-get-rid-of-the-gross-things-on-your-phone">cleaning your cell phone</a> regularly.<br /><br /><b>Rule #3: Beware of Bathrooms</b> – The virus can be sneaky. Be cautious when using public facilities, <a href="https://www.firstcoastnews.com/article/news/health/coronavirus/how-to-stay-safe-from-the-toilet-cloud-plume-during-coronavirus-outbreak/77-7161bcda-d18b-4ad2-ab32-10bce41b8b6c">beware the toilet cloud plume</a>, and don’t touch surfaces with your bare hands after washing them.<br /><br /><b>Rule #4: Wear Your Seatbelt</b> – There will already be enough to worry about as <a href="https://www.nationalreview.com/the-morning-jolt/a-hard-look-at-the-remaining-hospital-capacity-across-america/">hospitals fill up with COVID-19 patients</a>. Make sure you’re buckled in secure, just in case.<br /><br /><b>Rule #5: No Attachments</b> – Don’t be too attached to your buddies while you practice safe <a href="https://www.npr.org/sections/health-shots/2020/03/17/817251610/its-time-to-get-serious-about-social-distancing-here-s-how">social distancing</a>. You may not get to spend time with them for a while, but that’s OK. You’ll see them on the other side of this pandemic.<br /><br /><b>Rule #6: Cast Iron Skillet</b> – This household item is great for cooking pancakes and all those new recipes you haven’t had time to make. While you’re sheltering at home, use your <a href="https://greatergoods.com/products/0500">skillet</a> to cook up a storm.<br /><br /><b>Rule #7: Travel Light</b> – Only carry the necessities. There’s no need to buy a year’s supply of toilet paper, especially since that might leave your neighbors asking if you can <a href="https://youtu.be/Gysu0kgFwT0">spare a square</a>.<br /><br /><b>Rule #8: Get a Kickass Partner</b> – Always good to have a close friend or loved one on your side, so don’t hesitate to reach out if you need toilet paper or emotional support.<br /><br /><b>Rule #9: With Your Bare Hands</b> – <a href="https://www.facebook.com/watch/?v=566649584061636">Don’t touch your face</a>! <br /><br /><b>Rule #10: Don’t Swing Low</b> – Half-assed measures won’t <a href="https://www.newsweek.com/flatten-curve-graph-coronavirus-deaths-1491877">flatten the curve</a>. Treat shelter-at-home orders seriously so we can lick this thing. And wear a face mask if you must go out - the CDC shows how to make one from any cloth <a href="https://www.cdc.gov/coronavirus/2019-ncov/prevent-getting-sick/cloth-face-cover.html">here</a>. <br /><br /><b>Rule #11: Use Your Feet</b> – Running, jumping, dancing, walking a dog. Moving your feet can help you stay happy and healthy.<br /><br /><b>Rule #12: Paper Towels</b> – When it comes to the coronavirus, you can never be too clean. Always carry these for messes, big or small, along with hand sanitizer.<br /><br /><b>Rule #13: Shake It Off</b> – Whether it be bad thoughts, shock, or cabin fever, you gotta shake it off.<br /><br /><b>Rule #14: Always Carry a Change of Underwear</b> – You never know when you might need it.<br /><br /><b>Rule #15: Bowling Ball</b> – Keep it in your closet until after the coronapocalyse.<br /><br /><b>Rule #16: Opportunity Knocks</b> – And whenever it does, make sure you answer through the door. <br /><br /><b>Rule #17: (Don’t) Be a Hero</b> – Unless it’s a matter of life and death, there’s no need to show off. And this is a matter of life and death, so please step up to help however you can.<br /><br /><b>Rule #18: Limber Up</b> – Nothing will slow you down like a pulled muscle, and you want to keep doing that cardio, right?<br /><br /><b>Rule #19: Break It Up</b> – It’s always good to blow off a little steam. If the coronapocalypse has you all stressed out, go ahead and break something. Just make sure it’s not anything important.<br /><br /><b>Rule #20: It’s a Marathon, Not a Sprint</b> – It’s going to take time to see the results of social distancing. Give it long enough and we will flatten the curve.<br /><br /><b>Rule #21: Avoid Strip Clubs</b> – Also avoid other nonessential businesses. Like gun shops. And ATV rental concessions.<br /><br /><b>Rule #22: When in Doubt, Know Your Way Out </b>– Know what works for you to relieve stress - yoga, coloring, brushing a cat, a virtual happy hour with your friends - and use it when needed.<br /><br /><b>Rule #23: Ziploc</b> – Those little bags are for more than sandwiches. Use them to store your face masks and keep caches of sanitizing wipes wherever they could come in handy.<br /><br /><b>Rule #24: Use Your Thumbs</b> – And then wash your hands for at least 20 seconds.<br /><br /><b>Rule #25: Shoot First</b> – If in doubt, assume something’s covered in coronavirus and act accordingly.<br /><br /><b>Rule #26: A Little Sunscreen Never Hurt Anybody</b> – Do you really wanna have to worry about sunburn, too? Put it on if you’re outside.<br /><br /><b>Rule #27: Incoming!</b> – Always be on your toes. You never know what could come out of nowhere. <br /><br /><b>Rule #28: Double-knot Your Shoes</b> – You don’t want to trip over unsecured laces while running for cardio, now do you?<br /><br /><b>Rule #29: The Buddy System</b> –This is a great time to make a new buddy, so contact your local animal shelter if you have room in your home and your heart. <br /><br /><b>Rule #30: Pack Your Stain Stick</b> – You never known when the sidewalk might trip you up, especially if you’re new to cardio or looking at your phone.<br /><br /><b>Rule #31: Check the Back Seat </b>– Make sure you have reusable bags when you go shopping for essentials, and wash them often.<br /><br /><b>Rule #32: Enjoy the Little Things</b> – It’ll help you stay positive.<br /><br /><b>Rule #33: Swiss Army Knife</b> – Multitools are always a good idea, and this is a great time to do those <a href="https://www.ifixit.com/News/36324/5-fixes-to-keep-you-sane-when-youre-working-from-home">simple home repairs you’ve been putting off</a>.<br /><br /><b>Rule #34: It’s About We, Not Me</b> – Yeah, you need a haircut. But that’s not worth the life of your stylist’s grandma, is it? Stop being selfish and behave like a caring human being. <br /><br /><b>Rule #35: Clean socks</b> – Put on clean socks, underwear, a shirt and pants everyday. You’ll feel better if you dress for success, even if you’re working from home.<br /><br /><b>Rule #36: Beware of Dumb People</b> – We’re only as safe as the stupidest among us. If they think coronavirus is just a cold so they won’t bother with a face mask or social distancing, they put us all at risk. Steer clear.<br /><br /><b>Rule #37: Bidet</b> – Tired of driving to five different stores looking for toilet paper? <a href="https://www.vox.com/2020/4/14/21218467/bidets-toilet-paper-shortage-tushy-toto-washlet">Get a bidet and conquer the toilet paper shortage</a>.<br /><br /><b>Rule #38: Stop Eating Animals</b> – No one should have to die for your dinner, especially other humans. <a href="https://www.theguardian.com/world/2020/may/02/meat-plant-workers-us-coronavirus-war">Poor, mostly brown or black, sometimes sick people work under dangerous conditions at meat plants</a>. <br /><br /><b>Rule #39: Never Give Up</b> – and never surrender. One day at a time, we’ll get through this.<br /><br /><b>Rule #40: Embrace the Box</b> – Zoom box, waiting-for-the-cashier box at Trader Joe’s - stay in it and be safe.<br /><br /><b>Rule #41: Theme Song</b> – Find a catchy tune that cheers you up and makes your feet tap when you hear it. Bonus if it has a 20-second snippet to hum while you wash your hands.<br /><br /><b>Rule #42: Have Compassion for Prisoners</b> – Being arrested while poor shouldn’t become a death sentence. Defendants released on zero <a href="https://bailproject.org/">bail</a> would be free already if they could afford it, and they’re innocent until proven guilty. <br /><br /><b>Rule #43: "<a href="https://www.abajournal.com/magazine/article/shall_we_abandon_shall">Shall” Can Mean “Must,” “Will” or “May</a>"</b> – Pandemic restrictions are easing. Shall we hug? No, we shall continue to maintain physical distance outside our households, wear masks in public, and follow medical advice from health experts and not politicians. <br /><br /><b>Rule #44: Take a Break From the Headlines</b> – Do you really need to know the latest COVID-19 statistics or another way the federal government bungled pandemic response? Step away for a while, or change the channel to <a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCOe_y6KKvS3PdIfb9q9pGug">Some Good News</a>. Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11868824210434785847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317481862032788078.post-34799400738332027372018-03-31T07:12:00.001-07:002018-03-31T07:28:28.775-07:00Smooth as Almond Butter<blockquote class="instagram-media" data-instgrm-captioned="" data-instgrm-permalink="https://www.instagram.com/p/Bg1GbDkBeIc/" data-instgrm-version="8" style="background: #fff; border-radius: 3px; border: 0; box-shadow: 0 0 1px 0 rgba(0 , 0 , 0 , 0.5) , 0 1px 10px 0 rgba(0 , 0 , 0 , 0.15); margin: 1px; max-width: 658px; padding: 0; width: 99.375%;">
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My awesome boyfriend got me a new surfboard! <a href="https://shop.firewiresurfboards.com/products/everyday-almond-butter" target="_blank">Firewire TimberTek Almond Butter</a>, 6'0"x20.25"x2.75", 38.5L #stoked</div>
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<script async="" defer="" src="//www.instagram.com/embed.js"></script><a href="https://shop.firewiresurfboards.com/products/everyday-almond-butter" target="_blank">Firewire Almond Butter</a>surfergrrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02804055048230651737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317481862032788078.post-69183010447493435802016-12-13T13:59:00.001-08:002016-12-13T13:59:48.765-08:00One December Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A dolphin surfing in the face of an unbroken wave. My longboard gliding over countless shiny anchovies. Finding the flow to ride nearly to the beach; rinse and repeat. Sunshine on a December day. Stoked!surfergrrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02804055048230651737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317481862032788078.post-40217139534785458662016-11-11T23:00:00.000-08:002016-11-24T08:26:48.268-08:00The Female Titans of MavericksFinally, women will have the chance to compete at Mavericks. I wrote an article about it for Grind TV: <i><a href="http://www.grindtv.com/surf/these-are-the-female-titans-of-mavericks/">These are the female Titans of Mavericks</a></i>.
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surfergrrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02804055048230651737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317481862032788078.post-65119676317240803012016-05-29T23:00:00.000-07:002016-06-14T15:03:57.565-07:00South-Central Double Session and Moda Surfboard DemoA quick trip down to SoCal gave me the chance to try a radical new surfboard design by <a href="https://modasurfboards.com/">Moda Surfboards</a>. In a nutshell, it's a long bodyboard with a snowboard core.<br />
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Just before I left San Diego, I met with the designer and founder, Brenton Woo, at a Pacific Beach coffee shop. He showed me one of the early prototypes, a 4'10". This time, he brought a newer 6'0" too, sized for bigger surfers and also better for a small-wave day.<br />
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In the early morning, I picked my way across the exposed cobblestones at Tourmaline and hopped on the surfboard as soon as the water was deep enough. It had nice glide and paddled fast, so I reached the lineup well ahead of Mike and Jessica.<br />
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Alas, Brenton had not thought to bring a leash, so it there was more swimming and bodysurfing and less board surfing than I would've preferred in the short time I had available. I'd never surfed without a leash before and it requires a different mindset – taking fewer risks, grabbing for the board immediately – that didn't gel in a hour. Still, I caught one nice left with a lot of face to play on, and got in a few swishy turns on the twin-fin Moda board. Having experienced a little taste of what the surfboard could do, I'd definitely say it's worth a look if you're in the market for a new board and not afraid to step outside the box.<br />
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After many hours on the road, Brad and I were back on the Central Coast in time to paddle out for my second session of the day in water that was ten degrees colder.<br />
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surfergrrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02804055048230651737noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317481862032788078.post-43693597876204911112016-05-05T10:51:00.000-07:002016-05-05T17:34:44.558-07:00BittersweetHennemans served up fun longboard waves for my final San Diego surf before I move up the coast to start a new and better life. Mike, Thais and I had the break to ourselves, and the sea was glassy for much of the session. After surfing the cold ocean at Three Mile with Brad on Monday – and before that, skydiving! – the 62-degree water felt nice, even in my leaky old 4/3.<br />
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I rode a bunch of long, carvy lefts. Two were with Mike hooting behind me, party-wave style, including the last, last wave.<br />
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Last for a while, anyway. I'll be back to visit.Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11868824210434785847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317481862032788078.post-49827402817506106492016-04-22T10:03:00.004-07:002016-04-22T10:07:52.094-07:00Review: The Chawel Hybrid HD<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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The company made improvements to the design and sent me a <a href="http://www.chawel.com/shop/hd/hybridhd/" target="_blank">Hybrid HD Chawel</a> to try out. This Chawel addresses minor complaints I raised in my original review. The side pocket is now big enough to stow it instead of using a separate included carry bag, although I couldn't zip the pocket closed. With a larger neck hole, I was able to change fully under the Chawel, slipping out of my swimsuit and into a T-shirt and shorts.<br />
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The back panel of the Hybrid HD is a thick fleecy material, making it more useful as a blanket and providing greater warmth while changing on chilly days. This Chawel is also longer, almost too long for me (I'm 5'3"), but that increases its utility as a blanket or sleeping bag/liner.<br />
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I had some concern that the large arm openings would enable passersby to glimpse more of me that I care to show in public, but my surf buddy assured me nothing private was visible.<br />
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The Hybrid HD Chawel is a step up, and it's now my changing room/towel of choice for surf trips.Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11868824210434785847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317481862032788078.post-61353839844581705232016-04-05T23:00:00.000-07:002016-04-09T17:35:19.264-07:00Central CoastSaturday I caught a ride up to Ventura with Hilary and Cori, and we surfed C Street. I got frustrated trying to catch soft waves, scraps left by the longboarders, on my 5'2", but then a grom on a shortboard shared his stoke with me and I finally got one ride – those things made it a lot better.<br />
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On Sunday, I surfed with the rest of the San Diego Surf Ladies team in the Rincon Invitational a.k.a. Sharing the Stoke contest, an un-competition that awards points for party waves and having fun. Jimil loaned me her 7'8" and I rode one wave in between two other Surf Ladies, hooting all the way.<br />
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Brad watched the contest from the beach and then drove me north. We surfed Pismo Beach Monday morning near the pier, and watched the sun go down from the water at Wilmar on Tuesday. The water was much colder than San Diego, and I felt every leak in my best but old 4/3.<br />
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Again, I struggled to catch waves on my shortboard, and Brad graciously swapped me for his wide Firewire quad fish. He sank up to his chest sitting on my Firewire Spitfire and I was starting to feel guilty about keeping his board too long when I finally got a short ride. After we switched back, I caught a couple more waves. The best was last, after the sun had disappeared behind the cliffs that line the stunningly beautiful coast.</div>
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Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11868824210434785847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317481862032788078.post-53536179448677108802016-04-01T23:00:00.000-07:002016-04-09T16:43:10.183-07:00Adventures in BajaJason picked me up after sunrise and in less than fifteen minutes we were in Mexico, heading to a house Roger is renting with his friend Mario. By 8 a.m. we passed through the guarded gate into a community near K-55. When we couldn't rouse anyone in the house, we drove a little farther south to check the surf at La Mision. Everywhere it was jumbled, a mix of swells that unfortunately included short-period.<br />
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Mario, his rescued puppy, Reyna, and his friend were awake when we returned, and the four of us humans suited up. I followed Jason down the long flight of stairs from the clifftop to the sand and a short distance into the ocean. Then a sideshore current caught me and pushed me far south while I paddled and duck-dived my way to the outside through overhead waves. Almost 15 minutes later, I made it past the whitewater and stopped to rest. My shoulders were burning, but I don't accept denial easily. It took a little more than 5 minutes to paddle north to rejoin the guys, past the only two other surfers out along the sandy and stony beach.<br />
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I failed to catch several waves I paddled for and within ten minutes got caught inside by a set. Pointing my board shoreward, I caught whitewater and popped up to ride for a second or two, so yeah, I can say I surfed there. I tried for another five minutes to get back out, cussing the ocean, then acknowledged this wasn't fun and let the ocean spit me out onto the beach.<br />
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On the ride back, I listened with a bit of envy as Jason told his wife on speakerphone about his fun rides. But the adventure wasn't over yet. The low tire-pressure light was illuminated on his car's dashboard, and we found there was a screw in one of his tires. Fortunately Jason is fluent in Spanish, an a Mexican operating the air pump at a Pemex directed him to a mechanic.<br />
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<span style="text-align: center;">Although it's illegal to plug a tire in the U.S. due either to the influence of tire manufacturers or safety issues, that's not a problem south of the border. In less than 15 minutes and for only $2.50, we were back on the road. The SENTI line had only a handful of cars ahead of us, and we Trusted Travelers crossed back into the States after waiting just a few minutes.</span>Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11868824210434785847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317481862032788078.post-44229472148819216832016-03-24T11:07:00.001-07:002016-03-24T11:09:22.128-07:00Moonset in Mission BeachJess needed to surf early today, and Kevin suggested the jetty at Mission Beach just past sunrise. A full moon hung in the sky on its way to setting into the ocean. The air was cold for San Diego, with the sand like burning ice on bare feet. After a dash across the beach, the channel next to the jetty made for an easy paddle out in water that felt a few degrees colder than earlier in the week.<br />
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The waves were bigger than forecast, overhead on the sets. Since there was a lot of current, it was hard to be in the right spot to catch one of the peaky lefts. I only rode one on my 5'4" and my feet landed a bit far apart, but it was fast and fun. Kevin got a few but unfortunately one of his fins whacked into his leg, cutting it. With four of my fingers too numb to cup while paddling, I caught a belly-ride in to the beach. The moon was gone but the sun was up and a little warming. Great way to start the day!Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11868824210434785847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317481862032788078.post-82654430129240288652016-03-20T12:51:00.000-07:002016-03-20T13:24:03.024-07:00Accidental Twin-FinEntry and exit are tricky at my home break, except on the smallest days. This morning the cobblestones at the base of the cliff were in a steep pile, and shorepound sent them tumbling up the slope. I mistimed my approach and was pushed back to the shallows while paddling out. The fins scraped the bottom ominously and I rolled off, took two steps forward to deep water, and continued out. Past the shorebreak, I flipped Rocket over to look for damage. The deck was unharmed, but then I saw something was missing – my center fin. <i>Crap! </i>The fin box was fine with the screw still in place, but my 6'2" had only side fins now. I told Jess about the loss and went back to the beach to search the shoreline in vain, peering into the murky green-blue water. My fin was gone, forever. There's no way I could feel worse about littering plastic into the ocean.<br />
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I rejoined Jess on the secondary peak, shaking my head, and she graciously offered to swap boards with me after a while. Nah, it would be an experiment. On the first wave I caught, I made a cautious bottom turn, but the tail slid out on the top turn. Squirrelly! </div>
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The waves were up to shoulder-high on the off-peak, which was far less crowded than the better main peak on a late Sunday morning. The functional stance I learned at Surf Simply once again proved its magic, as that first wave was the only time I lost control of the board. It was sensitive to the most subtle adjustments of weight and positioning, but I worked it out. Really, I think I could surf a door, just like Kelly Slater. </div>
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Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11868824210434785847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317481862032788078.post-70966168935939359212016-03-18T23:00:00.000-07:002016-03-19T12:25:47.139-07:00Old Man's Reunion<a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3HFw7RcpgZI/Vu2ciHQf5HI/AAAAAAAA4bc/1JERrYtxNRwQzf7JN7cC5rkCmE7QCzIYQ/s1600/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-19%2Bat%2B11.36.06%2BAM.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3HFw7RcpgZI/Vu2ciHQf5HI/AAAAAAAA4bc/1JERrYtxNRwQzf7JN7cC5rkCmE7QCzIYQ/s320/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-19%2Bat%2B11.36.06%2BAM.png" width="315" /></a>Last night I hosted a gathering of five Surf Simply friends from last November's camp. Ian and other Mike flew down from cold Calgary and rainy Seattle, respectively, and San Diego locals Jess and Mike joined us to watch <i>Point Break</i>.<br />
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My local buddies and I are going to see <a href="http://bellyup.com/point-break-live-can-you-keanu" target="_blank"><i>Point Break Live</i> at the Belly Up</a> in a couple weeks so re-watching the campy original was prerequisite. I'd forgotten that it's a grom who delivers this so-true line:<br />
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This morning, Jess and I drove to San Onofre to meet up with Ian, other Mike, and Lauren, another friend from camp who lives in Orange County. On the beach, the Surf Network was filming the dance-like moves of a pair of tandem surfers.<br />
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The waves at Old Man's were small, only three feet on the biggest sets, but plenty of fun on longboards. With the tide low and going negative, we had a long wade across cobblestones to and from the break. Rides were short for SanO but longer than many places, and I got in some nice carving turns on several of them. There are few things better than surfing mellow waves with good friends on a warm, sunny day.<br />
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Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11868824210434785847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317481862032788078.post-12948633678826355992016-03-17T09:08:00.002-07:002016-03-17T09:18:07.128-07:00Cynthia Needs...I've been too sick to surf so had some fun with Google search (thanks to <a href="http://thebloggess.com/2016/03/jenny-needs-to-stop-googling-herself-google-needs-to-stop-making-assumptions/" target="_blank">The Bloggess</a> for the inspiration).<br />
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Umm, that's a bit creepy, Grandpa.</div>
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Nope, not dead yet. And I don't have fibroids. Although I'd much rather have a cute glaceon than a nasty rayquaza, I don't own either.</div>
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Still not dead. But I like to think I'm a really cool dancer.</div>
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Close on the engineer one. Farmer? In Oklahoma?! Nah, I'd almost rather be dead. Or living in Avalon.<br />
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Who's Peter?<br />
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Not currently looking for a rug. But if I'd been born rich, I probably would've tried to become an actor. I was awesome as Babe in <i>Crimes of the Heart</i> years ago. If you're laughing now, then yes, I do want you to shut up ;)</div>
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In a nutshell, that's why I'm getting divorced.<br />
Not really.<br />
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Seriously, you'd name your baby boy Cynthia? That's just mean. He'd have to learn how to use a falchion to ward off the bullies. I could probably wield one with some skill since I've trained a bit in renaissance sword fighting. Perhaps that would allow me to inherit as the rightful king, er, queen?<br />
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Dude, if you want to propose, ask Cynthia, not Google. Who's Peter again? I'll tell you what it will take if you'll finish your sentence.</div>
Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11868824210434785847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317481862032788078.post-32237682208776733932016-03-01T13:08:00.001-08:002016-03-01T13:50:36.512-08:00School of Hard KnocksTourmaline was pretty fun this morning, with long, carvable waves under head-high. That is, until the end when I took off too late on a breaking set wave and got rolled, the rail of my longboard hitting the back of my head with a crack that I heard and felt.<br />
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I belly-rode the next wave in and waited until Mike got out. He's an emergency room doctor, so I might as well make use of that. I guess my demeanor convinced him I wasn't concussed because he said my skull is too hard to worry about it. I soft-punched him in the shoulder, and he told me to ice my head and eat ice cream.<br />
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Although I don't understand about the ice cream, doctor's orders....Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11868824210434785847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317481862032788078.post-28571780783774443312016-02-28T10:28:00.004-08:002016-02-28T13:08:03.944-08:00Functional Stance FTW<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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The waves were big and meh this morning with lots of windswell messing things up, but what I learned at surf camp made all the difference in riding them. Popping up in the functional stance (see video) let me stay on my feet ahead of and atop roiling whitewater. I was so well balanced that I could adjust the board position in response to the turbulence and keep riding when I figured for sure I'd fall.<br />
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I did luck into the spot X to catch a green right, which soon closed out and then died. Jess and her friend other-Mike rode some too before we ended the short session. Still fun, thanks to my coaching at <a href="http://surfsimply.com/" target="_blank">Surf Simply</a>!</div>
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Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11868824210434785847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317481862032788078.post-86005693149029258032016-02-24T23:00:00.000-08:002016-02-25T17:25:26.596-08:00The Many Moods of the OceanMonday I surfed Tourmaline with Mike and Jess. The waves were small but nicely shaped for longboarding. We all got fun long rides, although Mike dominated as usual on his 9' log. While I was waiting for a ride in after my friends left, a sea lion surfed a wave near me and no one else in the crowd saw it. Way cool!<br />
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With a similar forecast for Tuesday, I headed to Blacks, where Surfline was reporting 3-4'. After walking down the gated road for fifteen minutes to reach the beach, I saw that Surfline had lied. The set waves were a couple feet overhead and the shorepound was 6'. One guy got a stand-up barrel despite the poor shape of the waves. If I'd driven up to see those conditions, I would've gone somewhere else. But after hiking down, I had to go in. I managed to get out past the shorepound on a lull and a cute college boy chatted me up in the lineup. He yelled, "Yeah!" as I paddled for one of the big set waves, which may or may not have influenced my commitment. I popped up, maybe a tad late, and a split second after my feet landed, the wave jacked up vertical. My board lost contact with the water and I free-fell to the bottom of the wave before the lip crashed down on me. I got dragged and rolled to the impact zone, spinning until I didn't know which way was up. The primitive part of my brain feared drowning and I had to tell myself not to panic. I surfaced, gasping, to see the rest of the set bearing down. When the shorepound is overhead and breaking in waist-deep water, you know you're going to get drilled, and I was. By the time I made it to the shallows, I'd bashed a finger and I think my head into my board. Shuffling through a long stretch of knee-deep water to the beach, I felt a little dizzy. I sat on a bolder until it passed before making the hike back to my car.<br />
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Today, as I checked the surf at Hennemans, someone at my side said hello. It was my friend Ian, who I hadn't seen him in a while. He paddled out ahead of me and we chatted a bit before drifting to different parts of the peak. Halfway through the session, Mike joined me, also on his longboard. On the high tide, the waves were fun but soft, in between Monday's gentle surf and Tuesday's gnarly swell. The ocean has many moods.Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11868824210434785847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317481862032788078.post-43812995197827453772016-02-11T23:00:00.000-08:002016-02-12T10:23:40.108-08:00Feels Like FlyingThe waves were really fun this morning and a couple provided especially good rides on my longboard.<br />
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On one left, I was speeding down the face and put my arms out like I was flying. At the end of the ride, a guy on the cliff had both arms raised in a cheer. Woot!<br />
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Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11868824210434785847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317481862032788078.post-63801117937588289402016-02-02T23:00:00.000-08:002016-02-03T12:10:05.201-08:00Can't Feel My FeetThis morning's fun longboard session with Mike was so chilly that my hands and feet were half numb by the time I left the water.<br />
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Someone should make a parody video of The Weeknd's song called "Can't Feel My Feet" about winter surfing in California.<br />
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Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11868824210434785847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317481862032788078.post-27446040402724004972016-01-30T23:00:00.000-08:002016-02-01T19:36:39.699-08:00The Other Side of the FenceThis weekend, as the newest member of <a href="https://sandiego.surfrider.org/" target="_blank">San Diego Surfrider</a>'s Executive Committee, I attended the chapter's leadership retreat. Our Chair is ex-Navy so he was able to rent cabins at Del Mar Beach on the Marine Corps base at Camp Pendleton.<br />
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I missed out on the first night's surf session at Trestles, and the next morning's pre-dawn surf at SanO. By the time the lunch break rolled around on Saturday, I needed to get wet. There were no other takers when I dashed across the driveway and a wide strip of sand to the big and messy surf.<br />
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It had been a while since I'd taken out my 5'4" shortboard, but I remembered my duck-diving lessons from Surf Simply and made it to the outside with little difficulty. Then it was a matter of finding a corner in the mixed-up waves. I only had half an hour, and I wanted to be able to say I'd surfed Camp Pendleton. "Feet on the the board, baby. Feet on the board," I told myself; that's what I needed to claim it.<br />
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Finally I got lucky on a right with enough face to let me land the 6-foot drop and ride a split second before the wave closed out. <i>Yes!</i> One and done.<br />
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Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11868824210434785847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317481862032788078.post-74881318797381203822016-01-25T12:34:00.001-08:002016-01-25T12:34:50.834-08:00Full Moon Sunrise Surf<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The fun surf session with Jess and Mike was well worth enduring the early morning chill.<br />
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Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11868824210434785847noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317481862032788078.post-54654754489885962402016-01-22T19:58:00.002-08:002016-01-22T19:59:16.940-08:00Great Way to Start the DayAt last night's Surfrider chapter meeting, I made tentative plans to meet Jon and Jason for a mid-morning session. Jon ended up surfing a little farther south and earlier while Jason and I paddled out at Hennemans.<br />
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The crowd was light and a breeze put a slight chop on the water. I rode a bunch of waves on my 7'2" although most closed out. A head-high drop on a right made me hoot, and it was one of those days when I capped off the session by riding straight to the cobblestone beach. Stoked!Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11868824210434785847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317481862032788078.post-9367640479875370902016-01-10T23:00:00.000-08:002016-01-11T08:29:47.326-08:00What Lies Beneath, Part IIAfter heavy rains kept me out of the water most of last week, I was jonesing. Plans to surf Crystal Pier with Mike and Steve were scuttled when I couldn't find parking – which is typically for June but unusual in January.<br />
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While I was checking conditions at Hennemans, a dude came up the path with his face covered in blood. He'd found the reef with his head after only a few waves, at high tide nonetheless. At least he was smiling about it, and a paramedic walked up to look him over.<br />
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The longboarders weren't sharing and I was on my 6'2" since I'd planned on beachbreak, but still I rode some fun waves. I got a nice drop on an almost head-high right, and my last wave was a carvey left that took me all the way in before the tide dropped too low.<br />
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Tuesday the surf is supposed to amp up to 8-12 feet plus. Time to put on my big girl wetsuit.Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11868824210434785847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317481862032788078.post-72897675216328956632016-01-03T12:12:00.002-08:002016-01-03T12:12:40.812-08:00What Lies Beneath<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The ocean has been very clear lately, even at usually-murky Hennemans. The reef below was visible through near-glassy water. Two harbor seals cruised by on the inside, and solitary pelicans flew low with their wingtips almost touching the sea.<br />
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Mike, Jess, her friend (also Mike), and I caught a lot waves despite the crowd, which swelled as the tide dropped. Mike and I rode my last wave in together, hooting at the finish. Stoked!</div>
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Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11868824210434785847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317481862032788078.post-31220077579192157122015-12-30T11:12:00.001-08:002015-12-30T11:14:12.895-08:00Winter is HereAir 44º and water 59º - brrr! It's winter in San Diego.<br />
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Mike's cousin Steve dragged us out not long after dawn. Surfline put an orange "good" on today so I thought it would be more crowded, but actually the waves were meh, mixed up and shifty. My best ride was the last, and I got cocky and rode Rocket all the way to the cobblestone beach. Timing and luck weren't with me, and my wave dragged me backward to be slammed by the next one coming in. Fortunately there were no casualties, just a slightly bruised hand.Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11868824210434785847noreply@blogger.com0