Vivid Surf Story Day Dreams with Sleep Deprivation
There is a distinct direct relation between lack of sleep and vivid daydreams and cat nap dreams of water time memories and exponential augmentation of the theme. Aiden our little ball of recombined galactic dust in infant form, suddenly decided that giving mom and dad four hour respits to try and catch a bit of sleep was too much. Being the drill sergeant of our parent boot camp he is working on a one to two hour schedule of rock concert volume alerts to get us up and moving. Luckily Sarah is far more adept at falling back to sleep as she is doing the lions share with feeding the now not so little guy.
In my semi conscious stumbling to change diaper or 3 am knee bounce to calm a gassy little tummy haze, past sessions blend with recent kitesurfing , surf and paraglide sessions, buds have been cool enough to relate to me, to produce some vivid Timothy Leary type flashes of what a great world we live in for pure fun.
Some of the stories that got me fired up include, a couple of fantastic downwinders with good south swell John Bayless took part in from County Line to Zuma and a few from Corral to Santa Monica with some waves. Wes Matweyew http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wXx30odYivA has a great vid of himself jumping trees on coral islands in the Turks and Caicos. Good old Wes has been around the world having a blast kiting and would be great to get him on the happyinsurf.com tangles blog. Morgan Runyan called to congratulate us on the new baby and described a magic day with wind and good south swell up at North Beach Leo/ Heavens, just flying down the line and if I know Mo, getting a few head dips in some barrels and aireals right and left. Talked to Vic Enright and when asked he had stories from about a hundred great paragliding flights here in Malibu and a great trip with Michelle Harmalla down to good old San Quintin with soaring of the sand dunes everymorning along side our buds the pelicans and sea gulls of SQ as well as long downwinders in the waves in the afternoons. The place was desolate as it had been on my last trip down there with fears of south of the border crime and or the economy keeping the kiters away. There has been no crime down there in our old kite stomping grounds to our knowledge and it is kind of sad to think so many waves have gone unridden down there. The memories of fools gold in the sand kicking up off of our land boards tires as we would fly down the six mile beach, weaving, in and out of the shallow waters under our kites after an hour soaring the cliffs under the silent and graceful paraglider wings put a huge smile on my face mid burping Aiden. How many trips down there over the years and experiencing all that magic of so many different beaches with such great friends who also appreciated the beauty, tranquility and excitement of the land and sport mergings. It is sure going to be great to revisit and rediscover these places and so many others in Europe, islands around the world and of course our old favorites just south of the boarder through the eyes of Sarah and Aiden some day. Sure does give me a travel back pack full of day dreaming building blocks to work with and probably puts some funny looks on my face while performing a now automatic infant support drill from commander Aiden Skye Trumbo.