Which if you are using Hawaii wave measuring protocol (measuring the backs), only counts as about 25 ft waves.
But still! See, while I think the concept of ocean and waves is really cool, you put me on a shoreline and there is this quiet little urge to CLIMB SOMETHING TALL NOW. Or, maybe not so quiet, just not debilitating. I'm a desert mountaindweller. I see all that freaking water and start wondering if it is going to swallow my head. And it seems like the horizon is higher than me. Or just too high. Which makes the lizardbrain convinced it is going to swallow my head.
So then you add 25 feet? Eeeps.
::hugs Jesse hard::
I think I should start hanging out on the beach all the time.
A fluffy Gidget bunny?
I just can't do it. I can't. I'm going to be in LA next month. She'll find me.
ETA: ita, you are totally blonde and spunky and cute. That's not the issue. It's just actually being brave enough to call you Gidget.
Big churny hungry ocean. Plus cold, and sharks. I'd be afeared, too.
ita's true genius: knowing exactly the thing that will scare each person most.
Lots of great pictures in today's SFGate article on the Mavericks surf contest.
Huh. Looking at those pictures just reminded me that last night I dreamt about being on a beach on the Pacific with really frickin' huge (although probably less than tsunami-size) waves barrelling toward me.
Have to say -- slightly less restful than a wave machine.
I think I should start hanging out on the beach all the time.
You totally should. Because that's where the pretty barefoot shirtless swingy men are.
Note to others - swingy in a gravitational gymnastic way. Not the other.
I have such a thing for floppy haired, tan, blonde surfer boys.
*I* should go to Zuma.
I have such a thing for floppy haired, tan, blonde surfer boys.
Hey, we have one at the centre for you -- he's also hella tall, good fighter, Nordic accent. Want me to send him by?
