CTCH UP

my apologies for not updating this as often as i said i would, even though i feel that statement leads people to believe that this blog is important. to me it is, hope you find it interesting or nice to look at at well. the picture below are from canada two weeks ago and rhode island today. both were fun in their own ways. hope hurricane season kicks in soon, i need some more water time in my life.

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SM

the start to hurricane season has left much to be desired. so, on a flat day in the ocean state, my friend and i tucked into some little nugs to try and rinse the dust off.

RVR SRF

people constantly amaze me. the kindness and willing to share is almost a little over-whelming. i went to montreal this weekend, just to explore and stumbled onto a little crew of land-locked wave riders. they surf a boil created by the flow of the river. and theyre just as stoked as i am. they lent me a board and imparted some key knowledge of their spot.

CANADA

drove up to north this weekend to see my girlfriend and look for some summertime surf. didnt find much but the views alone were worth adventuring over.

SEA TIME

time out to sea is a drain. emotionally and physically. but its a also a replenisher for the soul. its simple. its free. and even though it hurts to be away from the ones i love, the ocean has a hold on us all. i wrote this sitting on the fantail of the ship i was on. watching the sun set over the north atlantic and two seagulls float and perch on our main mast. the photos are from this trip.

Theres truth in the ocean. Somewhere deep inside her waves,

Theres comfort in her hold, to always be a slave.

The salt, sun and wind getting tossed about like a flea,

Theres truth in the ocean, but its only true for me.

See, my truth is different from the one you call your own,

To you its just the ocean. And I am but a stone.

My truth isnt accepted, though I feel it to be true,

Your truth is more real, because its accepted by you.

But id paddle back out for seven lifetimes more,

because she gives me the choice to go back to shore.

And Ill keep staring at the sun as it sets,

Looking back on my life, it full of regrets.

So, my truth may not be fit for all but the salts,

And I sit here craggy and aged, tack those on to my faults.

This life is a lonely one for a man and the sea,

But its the one I choose, and I choose for me.