Yesterday morning I had to take a little detour home because of the rain. The rain had caused a few of the local urban creeks to leave their banks & cross the streets. This was too much temptation for me. So a quick call to CBass & an impromptu surf session was planned. Of course this meant letting the Secret Spot out of the bag, but he's a trust worthy soul.
The secret spot is pretty nasty so unappealing to most boaters, only the truly hard core mentally deranged boater. Urban surfing involves a lot of trash dodging. Things you'll see are bottles(soda & 40zs), various building debris, chew cans(we are in the heart of Redneck country), trees(whole & in parts), cans, etc. Plus your covered in a nice oily film when you get out. If someone could figure out how to recycle all the parking lot oil they'd make a serious dent in the oil shortage. But I diverge.
After a good hour & a half of excellent surfing being watched by the various awe struck spectator(basically "look @ those F'ing idiots!!") one of Greene Counties Finest decided to pay us a visit. Turns out he was more interested the stalled car @ the edge of the water than us. Oh well the need for sleep was starting to take over after some much needed hydrotherapy after a week of out of control allergies & a nasty week @ hell.
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