Driving home following the most magnificent session I’ve had in recent memory, I felt high. I go to yoga classes these days, and after a good one there’s a distinct blissfull buzz and a heightened awareness of life. After Saturday’s wave session at Tiana I felt that way x5.
No less that John “he only sails when it’s perfect” Natalie said “we’ll be talking about that session for years." Bill Barber said the same thing. On 4.2-4.7 sails (me on a 4.5) the waves were clean and organized, four to five feet. The inside was forgiving, the outside was serving up perfect swell to jibe off of, the outbound ramps (starboard) were so well mannered that port-jump only chumps like me were catching good air, and it all hung together beautifully. We don’t get WSW winds often, but it’s a good bet that the next time we do, we’ll be at Tiana.
This will be a short post because I’ll nauseate readers with more “it was so freakin’ beautiful man” blather. Some personal moments of note include having Scott say “nice jump” after one of my starboard jumps. I’m not being humble…I suck jumping on starboard. I was thrilled to catch what seemed like decent air, but I thought it might have been mostly in my head.
Of course there was another jump, after which John Natalie asked what unusual freestyle trick was I attempting, because he’d never seen such a prodigious mess. I told him “no, that’s just me trying to fly the board on starboard." A reality check.
Lastly, I had one jibe off of swell on the outside (I’d swear it was eight feet, but I’m sure it was five max) in which the wind went away but a year of SUP surfing (and Fisherman’s advice: “get out of the footstraps and work that board”) lead to my surfing down a steep, muscular wave that sent me shooting down the line. Adrenaline stoked bliss.
The sesh was exquisite. In a state of near exhaustion I said “one more run” no less than eight times. Who caught it? The blessed, in alphabetical order: Bill, Bruce, CD, Fisherman, John N, Jon Ford, Peconic Jeff, Scott, and your humble editor. The Wolf came by with his fractured rib to watch.
Sometimes the wind and wave gods giveth most generously. Thank you thank you thank you.
life is good..so simple really..a little wind and we are happy...
Posted by: Bonairebliss | October 31, 2010 at 10:06 PM
those conditions sound perfect. best buzz in the world.
about the wave ride- is it wrong that i prefer being out of the straps? maybe i'm not experienced in high wind waves but same here on the SUP experience. i like to walk around the board ;]
Posted by: ralph | November 01, 2010 at 08:24 AM
a little wind?...it blew like stink all weekend.4.2-4.7 and we are very happy.
Posted by: scott k. | November 01, 2010 at 09:34 AM
Very happy indeed! A report on Sunday will come on Wednesday ('cause Tuesday we be blogging about somethin' else...)
Posted by: Michael | November 01, 2010 at 10:09 AM
ill gladly pay you on tuesday for a hamburger today!? whaaaa....you must still be high.
Posted by: scott k. | November 01, 2010 at 04:31 PM
Not as high as CD was, launching off of those ramps...I've never seen Lord Chimpleton sky so many!
Posted by: Michael | November 01, 2010 at 04:44 PM
stoked!
Posted by: G Markopoulos | November 01, 2010 at 08:12 PM
we had some fun did n we!!!tee hee! I did not see a bad wave ridden all day, everyone out there was ripping it up! Mike feel good about yourself,you looked "comfortable" in those great conditions, too. CD
Posted by: cd | November 02, 2010 at 12:34 PM
Oh I was feeling good about myself, CD...I had my best jumps on starboard ever that day, and all kinds of other wonderful moments. Meanwhile I've never seen you tear it up like you did at Tiana!
Posted by: Michael | November 02, 2010 at 12:42 PM