SUP!

Not a whole lot of time to write lately, but since Curt caught a quick photo when we went out for a paddle last week, I figured I’d post it. This is a rare sight – a picture of me standing upright on my paddleboard. Whenever the water gets too choppy, or murky, or a boat draws near, I retreat to kneeling or sitting on my board. Hoping to outgrow the scaredy-cat stage soon…

We usually use the small, deserted beach off Rocky Neck Park to launch from, since there’s parking nearby and it’s protected so there are few waves. However, the other day we decided to launch from the other side of Rocky Neck, and paddle around the inner harbor instead. We spent over two hours following the shoreline, in and around all the nooks and crannies in the harbor – the fish pier, the inlet near the brewery, then across to the Paint Factory and back down and around Rocky Neck, stopping briefly to say hello to our friend working at the Madfish. We snuck up on what might have been a private dock, as the tide had gone out and it was impossible to get back up the rocks we’d climbed down from with our boards. Again, I wish I’d had a camera with me to take pictures of all the fun things we saw, like a pair of Loons, and of course Curt’s usual hijinks, but I haven’t come up with a waterproof solution yet. Hopefully I will soon.

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Another item scratched off the bucket list!

Your money is only as valuable as what you choose to spend it on. ~Joshua Becker

I can’t remember when, exactly, I first started seeing people standing on the ocean…I was probably sitting on my towel at Long Beach, and perhaps briefly looked up from my magazine, and glimpsed a person standing upright on a surfboard with a long paddle in their hand. It was a few years ago, at least, and I have been fascinated with the concept of stand-up paddle boarding ever since. I have always wanted to try surfing, but not being particularly balanced or athletic, I’ve been too intimidated to try. But this seemed almost doable. Since I first took notice of this phenomenon, it seems that SUP has exploded in popularity. Every time I look out over the water on a calm day, there are folks paddling by. And I just watch them and say to myself, “one day…”.

Well, that day was Friday. Hubby and I have talked, and talked and talked, about trying paddle boarding for ages. He even tried, rather ambitiously, to build a couple of them. But, as can often happen with projects like this, it proved to be a bit more complicated and time-consuming than anticipated. And our time, like everyone else’s, is quite valuable. So, after doing a quick cost-benefit analysis in my head, I calculated that spending the money and purchasing a couple of boards would prove a wise long-term investment. Fortunately, our local surf shop was having an incredible Memorial Day Weekend sale, so it was the perfect time to buy. Curtis did not need much convincing. We went to Surfari as soon as he got out of work on Friday, and picked up everything we needed to get paddling.

Naturally, this was followed by one of the worst Memorial Day weekends ever, weather-wise. But on Monday, the skies cleared and we geared up and headed out, steeling ourselves for some seriously cold water (about 49 degrees). I found a great little beach that was perfect for our maiden voyage…a protected inlet with shallow, clear water, with parking close by so we wouldn’t have to haul our boards very far. Curtis jumped right in and prone-paddled out to deeper water, while I gingerly tried to kneel on top of the board while it was barely deep enough to float freely. I couldn’t figure out why I wasn’t going anywhere until Curtis gently reminded me about the fins on the bottom of my board. Doh!

After a few fits and starts, I got going and paddled around on my knees for a while. Curtis bravely attempted to stand up, and ended up going in the drink. After a couple of attempts, he was able to stand up and paddle rather confidently, so I gave it a go. I felt rather like a newborn giraffe…wobbly and not quite sure what to do with my limbs. It wasn’t a matter of if I was going to fall in, but when. So I played it very conservatively. I would stand and paddle for a short while, then get back down and either sit or kneel on the board once I lost my nerve. I found sitting on the board quite pleasant – sort of like kayaking, but completely unrestricted.

I followed Curtis out toward Ten Pound Island, but the water was much choppier out in the open harbor. He fell in again, at which point we retreated to the safety of our little cove. He did a few “tricks” on the way back in, ducking under the ramps that ran from the private residences down to their docks…really wish I’d been able to get some pictures, but until I can figure out a waterproof solution, these will just be moments captured on my mental film reel.

So, yes…an expensive weekend, for sure. But I think we are going to get a lot of mileage out of these boards, and hopefully it’s an activity that we can turn to instead of going out for an expensive meal and drinking our paychecks away, which is one of our usual summer pastimes. And if we can sell our kayak, that would cover the cost of one of the boards and free up some storage space. Win-win! 🙂

My SUP

My new baby, getting all finned-up and affixed with fancy bungee cord.

The adventuremobile, ready for action!

The adventuremobile is ready for action, and quite happy to be put to use!