Under the Bridge

Stream of thought generated as I jumped off the rocks at Fort Point on this cold, rainy morning in San Francisco and paddled into the mouth of the bay.

1. I just submerged my 97.6 degree body into 48 degree water.
2. I am dressed like a seal, floating on a 2" thick piece of foam in shark infested water.
2. Coming off a +5 foot high tide- a lot of water is moving out of the mouth of the bay in the direction of China.
3. We are sitting directly under a bridge which itself weights thousands of tons, during rush hour, while thousands more tons of vehicles drive at a breakneck pace overhead.
4. We live in an earthquake prone region.
5. The water tastes like batteries dipped in feces.
6. The slippery, jagged rocks are the only available escape-route to terra firma.
7. The roaring waves have a tendency to slingshot you in the direction of the rock wall.
8. I can't quite see every now and then as my burning eyes fight for clarity.
8. Man- do I LOVE surfing with friends.

GEARING UP

Here we are at the precipice of the blog world- man is it ever a large and unending void out there. I've never been one for over-thinking things but I suppose it could be compared to standing at the pinnacle of a mountain preparing to hit a line blind, sitting just outside the impact zone at an undiscovered surf spot as 15 foot barrels pound into the reef, fighting 8 ninjas with only 1 ninja sword and a flask of cheap tequila... ok, enough bullshit, but seriously we're here to embark on an exploration. Here we will leisurely rant, rave, or otherwise about any awesomeness we stumble upon. We hope to see you out there during the ENDLESS SESSION.