62nd session in 2009
Sailed at Punta San Carlos, Mexico
Wind from the NE (mph)
Board: '08 RRD Wave Cult 80
Sail: '09 Ezzy Panther 5.5
A light wind day with some leftover swell. Now I get it when I see the photos in the mags where they're tearing it up on a large wave and the wind speed is something like 12 or 10. I think I was prolly on a 5.2, not a 5.5, but too lazy to add it.
This day wraps up the trip. Although I occasionally felt like a reality TV show contestent, and other times like a fraternity house pledge, most of the time it was whatever i made of it, and I likely had a large part in creating the world of reality TV frat house.
The amazingly talented and humble Tomoko.
The amazingly fearless and humble pro mountain bikers Chris and Jessie. (Look for an article with them and PSC in an upcoming issue of Bike magazine.)
Amazingly mellow Neil (not Neil Diamond) tending the bar and offering select bits of wisdom, that is until he left to go get him some in the Gorge.
Clark, always ready to both tell an epic tale and take an amazingly flattering photo of you in action.
Kevin, always willing and able to get you what you wanted. (eventually I learned to brush off the occasional well-deserved stink eye.)
The brooding Norwegians, Arthur, Nick, and Pedro. (I swear there was a fourth Viking, but apparently not.)
The French Canadians, Hugo and ??????, who would've been more fun if i hadn't confused/associated them with the brooding Vikings.
The surfer friend of the pilot who still digs the music from the 70's and 80's. (Shuffle!!! Please!!!!)
The always inquisitive Guido (from Switzerland maybe?)
The wine connoisseur and sleeper of a wave sailer Pablo from Miami by way of Cuba and Ohio and other parts.
Rob the Energizer Bunny and Lisa the good natured camper.
Joey, amiable and always quick to "make it so".
Equipment manager Rodney, ready to point out that it's not a jumping boom, but rather it's a wave sailing boom, and that's why it's slipping down the mast.
Mike, with the puffy coat and the tequila magnetism.
Mark, who shares my love of long, drawn out story telling.
Laura, who learned to not run away from the white water.
Brian, the annoying brooding guy who insists on doing freestyle in the butter smooth water between the calf-high waves because he's incapable of reading the waves and so he missed the set and so there's nothing else to do, but Mike says he should be smacking the lip of these shin-high waves in 6 inches of water, at low tide, in the rocky area, and that it's totally uncool and gay to do freestyle at Punta San Carlos.
I can't wait to go again!!!!! :-)