"When in doubt, paddle out"

The Big Zeke and me

The Zeke is in town and that means surfing. Morning, noon, and night surfing. The man is tireless when you put him in the water. He's like a favorite nephew of Neptune or something.

That's me. It feels something like flying.

I wanted to throw some pictures up on the blog while he's still in town. He's the only true surfer amongst us. The rest of us are just mullering around while it seems that he can catch any wave and ride it until he runs out of ocean.

I'm not sure if I was getting up or coming down in this one.


I used the long boards on this particular day (Zeke was nice enough to share his with me; the other one I "borrowed" from Sendai without asking. But Sendai's still in Africa, so... someone should be using the board, right?) It turns out that I am a long board surfer. I lack the infallible poise and supernatural center of gravity that has blessed MSJ. The long board gives me time (and room) to step, step.

Purling!

I had a few wicked wipeouts, but nothing like last time I went surfing with Zeke the day before Thanksgiving and fractured my nose. That sucked. Here's a great picture of my surfing prowess. For those non-surfers who visit my blog, I'll explain. Do you see how the nose of the board is under water? That's not good. That's called purling. And do you see how I'm trying desperately to throw my weight to the back of the board (ineffectually, I might add)? Yeah, that didn't work. This picture was taken seconds before I went head first into the wave.

I'll miss you, Z-Man!