Howdy,
‘SUP?!
As in Stand Up Paddle. SUP.
Remember the pictures I took of the ground fog snuggled into the grass pit across the street from where we live? Reminder here.
Remember how I said it’s been raining? Reminder here.
Now our pit is full of water.
Water and SUP’ing. The paddle boarders came out and made great use of the recreation area.
Doesn’t that look fun?
Looks like a blast!
My family and I got to try paddle boarding once in the Dana Point Harbor with my brother, Casey, and it is fun. Somewhere I’ve got a great picture of young Jasper on a board …
For beginners it’s a little tipsy, and a lot of work, especially in choppy waters. But once you get your balance and before you’re too tired, it really is a cool experience.
Until you venture outside the harbor, and you start thinking about sharks …
The possibilities playing with your mind.
Though the dark shadows underneath do help you keep your balance even after your legs are shaking and your core is done.
But, in our pit, we don’t have sharks. At least not any that I’m aware of. The waves wouldn’t be too bad either, so you can enjoy smooth cruising.
Someone also hailed a kayak out there for a nice afternoon paddle.
We’ve long thought we needed to pull out our favorite little red tandem kayak and glide across the neighborhood grass pit pond. I suppose it has felt silly to think of strapping it on top of the vehicle to get it across the street, but it’s also a bit of a long carry from where we are in our condominium complex.
Nine years, and we haven’t kayaked our backyard. I’m thinking that’ll have to change if the rain keeps coming.
Come on, Rain!
Paddle boarders welcome.
If you see one, nod, and say, “SUP?”
—Billy
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