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| I am Not a Surfer |
| We went surfing on the second day of the trip, Sunday August 12. The dude in the green sweatshirt and blue stocking cap was our surf instructor. He was very helpful and taught us everything we needed to know about catching a wave. |
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| I think that the wetsuit goes to prove that I am a sexy bitch. It really says nothing about my surfing ability. I didn't stand up at all that day, but . . . wait a minute! You weren't there. I can just tell you that I am a natural and it was like I was born on the ocean. You won't know the difference. But, then maybe I've alkready said too much . . . |
| The second photo below is a group of us surfing. I swear it. The funny thing is that the second dot from the right is a dog! It swam out after a sea kayak-er. It swam further than we took our boards, so our surf instructor plucked him up. I did not expect to see a dog surfing that day, but I did!! |
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| After surfing, we hopped aboard a boat. Sure, it rained pretty hard, but we had sandwiches. Arr! They be whales up thar in that pitcher on the right! Arr! Matey! |
| The last day, Monday August 13, was the best! It was well worth the Plant Diversity lecture I skipped to look out over a cliff just before I STEPPED OFF IT! Repellng is the colest thing ever and the only REAL way to do it is like the picture: face first. That is me running down the nearly shear surface of a 100 foot tall cliff. There is a beach somewhere at the bottom. I'm not just jumping onto those rocks you see. I'm not that daring. Ha ha! I had run out of film by the time we did this, but one of the folks on the trip snapped a picture of me. Thank you VERY much! |
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| E-mail me some links about repelling, whale watching, and surfing! Hit the "Jealous?" link. |