http://www.care2.com/greenliving/prevent-the-cold-and-flu-naturally.html
http://healthfreedoms.org/2010/02/15/aspartame-has-been-renamed-and-is-now-being-marketed-as-a-natural-sweetener/
2 insightful links.
sea kayaking proved to be excellent and damaging to my health.
i swam it out over the 3 pmish pacific waves, boarded, and started paddling. wee wee. seated position was just dandy. stretched out and paddling brought about some sea sickness.
i reached a fresh water lagoon. rode the waves into the stream that adjoining the lagoon and the ocean. calm here. many birds. a few blue herons. a grazing lone water buffalo that's been chilling on the beach recently. and 4 people.
i rode the fast moving stream out into the sea. i was making some space between shore and the waves. thought i had it. then a monster wave comes. smack and whammy! 360 end over end. at about the 1/2 way point the kayak and i left each other. it rested on shore. i had to swim to shore. that would be the last time i swam to shore, but certainly not the last time i set foot on shore after a failed sea-going attempt.
i managed to board the kayak once or twice more only to be rocked back by the unrelenting waves. high tide was coming on. the waves were getting closer to shore. swimming out was wasted energy, but i still attempted it. again. and again.
the 4 people changed their vantage point from the lagoon area to on the beach. probably just to watch me flounder and get beat up and crushed by the waves and the kayak and maybe place bets on whether i'd make it out to sea or not.
i could duck under the towering raging waves. the 10 foot kayak would not. it would get pulled. sometimes i'd be able to maintain a hold on it. often not. sometimes we'd do somersaults together under water. sometimes it smacked me in the head or face or body. sometimes the pure pounding of the waves seemed to do just as much damage as the kayak with wave momentum.
i noticed a change in the water. in the waves. this after about an hour of land to water to land to water to land...now there were more gaps in the foaming waves. places to potentially ride through. and the water 3 feet from shore was deep enough to begin a paddle, as long as there wasn't a wave there pounding me backwards.
i paddled out. i was doing it. bam! back on shore. hey, at least i'm getting a kick out of this. and when the alternative is dragging a 100 pound or more kayak 2 miles up the beach, i can deal with some learning curve pains on my 1st ever sea kayak.
then i saw the opening. i dragged the kayak out. got in. paddled. sensed the onlookers looking. sensed the waves and moved accordingly. i saw where the crest would be and got to the side. i moved between different emerging waves. then i basically made a straight shot out, going up and over waves 10 feet or so high just before they'd crest and pound behind me. if i didn't, if i let up my paddle, i'd probably get a nice ride back, and i might be in for a long night. so i paddled. and got past the rage into the choppy nausea inducing waters.
there'd been somewhere around 24 inches of rain over the previous 2 days. maybe more. there was a respite in the early afternoon today, when the sun came out, when i read about sea turtles on the beach, and then decided it was time to try my hand at paddling. the near constant cloud cover of recent times was gone, and now i paddled westward, into the sunset.
a couple years ago, this paddled may have wiped me. not now. the paddling was the easy part compared to my high tide sea-faring. when i reached the beach associated with my lodge, i turned my boat 90 degrees, gave a little paddle forward, and waited to catch a wave.
i merged with a lovely one. rode it from the top. we did about 85 feet together, before it faded out a few feet from shore. i thought i'd wait for another wave to push me all the way to sand. the next one did. end over end. and it's raining now. as it should be.
the bumps and bruises are all physical. unless we need to dent our brains to grow them larger. in that case, i'm stoked for my kayak facials.
http://healthfreedoms.org/2010/02/15/aspartame-has-been-renamed-and-is-now-being-marketed-as-a-natural-sweetener/
2 insightful links.
sea kayaking proved to be excellent and damaging to my health.
i swam it out over the 3 pmish pacific waves, boarded, and started paddling. wee wee. seated position was just dandy. stretched out and paddling brought about some sea sickness.
i reached a fresh water lagoon. rode the waves into the stream that adjoining the lagoon and the ocean. calm here. many birds. a few blue herons. a grazing lone water buffalo that's been chilling on the beach recently. and 4 people.
i rode the fast moving stream out into the sea. i was making some space between shore and the waves. thought i had it. then a monster wave comes. smack and whammy! 360 end over end. at about the 1/2 way point the kayak and i left each other. it rested on shore. i had to swim to shore. that would be the last time i swam to shore, but certainly not the last time i set foot on shore after a failed sea-going attempt.
i managed to board the kayak once or twice more only to be rocked back by the unrelenting waves. high tide was coming on. the waves were getting closer to shore. swimming out was wasted energy, but i still attempted it. again. and again.
the 4 people changed their vantage point from the lagoon area to on the beach. probably just to watch me flounder and get beat up and crushed by the waves and the kayak and maybe place bets on whether i'd make it out to sea or not.
i could duck under the towering raging waves. the 10 foot kayak would not. it would get pulled. sometimes i'd be able to maintain a hold on it. often not. sometimes we'd do somersaults together under water. sometimes it smacked me in the head or face or body. sometimes the pure pounding of the waves seemed to do just as much damage as the kayak with wave momentum.
i noticed a change in the water. in the waves. this after about an hour of land to water to land to water to land...now there were more gaps in the foaming waves. places to potentially ride through. and the water 3 feet from shore was deep enough to begin a paddle, as long as there wasn't a wave there pounding me backwards.
i paddled out. i was doing it. bam! back on shore. hey, at least i'm getting a kick out of this. and when the alternative is dragging a 100 pound or more kayak 2 miles up the beach, i can deal with some learning curve pains on my 1st ever sea kayak.
then i saw the opening. i dragged the kayak out. got in. paddled. sensed the onlookers looking. sensed the waves and moved accordingly. i saw where the crest would be and got to the side. i moved between different emerging waves. then i basically made a straight shot out, going up and over waves 10 feet or so high just before they'd crest and pound behind me. if i didn't, if i let up my paddle, i'd probably get a nice ride back, and i might be in for a long night. so i paddled. and got past the rage into the choppy nausea inducing waters.
there'd been somewhere around 24 inches of rain over the previous 2 days. maybe more. there was a respite in the early afternoon today, when the sun came out, when i read about sea turtles on the beach, and then decided it was time to try my hand at paddling. the near constant cloud cover of recent times was gone, and now i paddled westward, into the sunset.
a couple years ago, this paddled may have wiped me. not now. the paddling was the easy part compared to my high tide sea-faring. when i reached the beach associated with my lodge, i turned my boat 90 degrees, gave a little paddle forward, and waited to catch a wave.
i merged with a lovely one. rode it from the top. we did about 85 feet together, before it faded out a few feet from shore. i thought i'd wait for another wave to push me all the way to sand. the next one did. end over end. and it's raining now. as it should be.
the bumps and bruises are all physical. unless we need to dent our brains to grow them larger. in that case, i'm stoked for my kayak facials.
i'll probably hear criticism for the following comment. a pre-story to the story within. as i was reading/tanning on the beach, 2 very attractive girls passed by me, came to a stream, turned around, passed by, and plopped down within 50 feet of me. they were hidden from my sitting view, but i could hear them. 1 had a volleyball. the other a thong bikini. i finished my turtle book. stood up. noticed them nearby. they saw me. i turned and walked towards a new adventure - sea kayaking vs a tried n true one - girly chasing
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