Monday, May 07, 2007

feed me

I don't even know where to begin...

Four great sessions.

Two days.

Witness to some amazing rights (and stand up barrels) by gaz & the christian.

A pre-session beating that almost resulted in a tantrum, pitched board and two hour drive back to the city.

Zippy lefts.

Long board love.

Zippy rights.

Bloody knuckles.

Laid back long board evening.

Early morning lefts.

Lost eye.

Fin gash/bruise to the foot.

A paddle to Timbuktu.....that scored head high long lefts and powerful rights....in the company of a cute boy.

Early morning commute traffic that consisted of an elk herd.

I'm beat.

Bruised.

Stoked.

Still grinning.

4 comments:

Patch said...

Now that's a day!

Miss Jeanette said...

Nothing could have beat reading about that....except hearing you tell it. Nice talk last night, I miss your soothing voice. Not so long this time mamajama.

Love you.

penfold said...

- nothing like some good waves, watching your mates get a few and coming home with a few bruises to remind you in the morning...

Gazelle said...

What patch said!