January 29, 2011 (Saturday)
BM's alone. Very small. Micro. Wouldn't you know? No leash and lose my board. Yes, so small that it would be laughable to swim. But you know me, I never fail to amaze.
I finish a ride and turn off and stay standing. We've all done it. Sink the board casually and then plop down and paddle away. But I put too much weight on my front foot and my board shoots out. No prob. Water feels great. I surface and turn to grab my board just in time to see a ripple of whitewater hit it and carry it all the way to the frickin' beach. Yeah. Low tide and BM's reef had me crawling over the coral on the inside. Not fun. Did I mention it went to the BEACH?
Get to my board. First thing: Any dings? There were several exposed heads, so damage inspection was a must. Nope. All good. Phew. Start paddling and notice something feels funny. Look down, and on the deck there's a gash across the width of the board. About half the segment has penetrated the glass. Great.
Almost flat and smooth/calm conditions, and I ding my board. That was irritating.
Posted at 1:45 PM