I built a SUP two years ago. It was hollow wood construction, like an airplane wing. It was an amazing project, but after paddling this SUP for a year, I knew that the design could be improved. I created the new design in CAD (computer aided design) and realized that I could do much more than just make the design better; I could also cut down on my waste. By changing the design into the right configuration and using the SHOPBOT, a really sophisticated mill, I cut the entire SUP out of one sheet of plywood! Not bad!!
Not to ruin the ending, I’ll start at the beginning of the day. It was beautiful; hence, we were stoked. On top of the that, the rumor was that the surf was going to pick up. Hence, extra stoke. If you didn’t know this, since I am an engineering major and all, stoke + stoke = AWESOME.
We paddled out into the surf and caught rides right away, then got stuck on the inside of the wave set, fought our way back out and repeated. For three hours.
It is a crazy feeling to catch a wave, race back to the line up so as not to get crushed by incoming waves, see another set coming in, turn just in time to have the wave right on our tail, and catch it for a ride. Each ride is followed by the feeling of lead heavyness in our arms as we paddle for another wave, driven by desire to get one more ride. Finally, three hours in, we both feel like we might pass out if we don’t get food, so we head in to fuel up.
I paddled to catch an incoming wave, and just by fluke, didn’t have enough speed, nosed in and fell in front of my board. Almost every single ride in surfing ends with the surfer falling into the water. At every skill level it is pretty rare to not hit the water, when, well, surfing. So I fell in, no big deal, but my board caught in the wave, and I felt it hit me in the head. Not hard, per se, but enough that I wanted to take a breather back at the lineup. I turned my board and paddled back out, when Hannah asked me kind of worried, “Are you all right?! Yeah. You’re bleeding.”
“I’m bleeding? Oh, I guess I am bleeding. We better head in, huh?”
So we went in, and despite blood dripping down the front of my wetsuit, because blood + water = more blood, I rode a wave in.
Whew! Is it only day three? With all of the running and SUPing, my feet are killing me, like full out waddle type of hurt. So instead of going on a morning jog, we went on a morning acrobalancing adventure on the beach. I’m pretty sure we entertained quite a few beachgoers!
After lunch, we met up with a family friend for a hike. Who knew that just over a ridge, all of the fog would be replaced with scorching heat? Enjoying the sun and moving at a clipping pace, I was glad to fianally put my feet up when we arrived home.