To froth or not to froth.

I dig my toes into the sand, The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket, I lean against the wind, pretend that I am weightless, and in this moment I am happy, happy. -Incubus
Today Sweet Tangerine took her first maiden voyage into the Coral Sea. It was magic. After two weeks on a surf trip up the coast I feel alot more comfortable surfing on my own. Gerroa, Yamba and Byron Bay were our destinations of choice. I could completely fib here and paint an insane image of clear skys and perfect surf conditions, however that is far from accurate. It rained all but 4 days and the waves were generally crappy and actually non-existant for 2. Needless to say, I got bigger waves in my bath tub. After a severe case of cabin fever, I went out for a little bit to catch the back end of some whitewash. Desperate, yes. The trip was still deemed a success, fun was had and great friends were made.
The term "frothing" is one surfy term that I have become quite familiar with, though I may not ever fully understand which bloak came up with it(?) Froth: - (to describe how you react when you see something of extreme coolness. Taken from the condition that dogs get called rabies, when foam starts coming from their mouth). . . .that's not the only thing animals do when they get excited, but I suppose "Dude Im totally peeing" never caught on as a catch phrase. Ok so the last part is a little nutty, but I think surfers can go a little mad, much like a frothing dog.I do like froth on my coffee so Im going with that one! Anywho, I messed my knee up pretty bad on the trip somehow. I've let it rest and gave myself until today to heal. Finally got to go out this morning and yes, frothing. The weather could not be more perfect. The water is crystal clear and not a cloud to be seen.I was so excited this morning to wax up my new board and walk down to Freshwater, permanent smile all day. Paddling out I felt like my eyes couldn't open wide enough to take it all in. Life at its finest. The shorter board will take a little getting used to but I'll definately be able to grow with it. Ahh can't wait to wake up and do it again, and again, and again. Nice holiday but good to be back!

Life on a vine

The 16 days I just spent living on a vineyard in South Australia have literally flown by. Quite possibly because I feel like I've known the Ness' my whole life. This family has a love that you can't help but be drawn to. This is a part of Oz that I could have only experienced by living it. This part of the country is glorious to say the least, vineyards and green fields as far as the eye can see. Peaceful, slow, simple. The constant wine buzz definately helps the atmosphere, I've been downing my fair share of the good Lord's grape juice! I'll be really honest now though, I don't know how many more times I can say goodbye. It's very easy for me to give all the love I have in my heart to the good people I meet, but turning around and leaving them is getting harder and harder every time I have to do it. Especially because I know good and well I might not see these wonderful people ever again. In certain situations I can be very good at guarding my emotions and keeping a careful watch on where I let my heart wonder. It's my internal defense mechanism, my way of protecting myself. So far it has proved to be a successful way of convincing myself of my own independence, however my walls have slowly been chipping away on this trip. Does love ever run out or is it truely an infinate supply? Adios to the South, thank you for such a lovely visit. Hope to see you again one day.Geese, this wine is really making me emmotional. . . Onward to a two week surf excursion up the east coast, time to detox!