In Depot Bay there were some amazing cliffs that had pockets in them. This allowed waves to spout jets of water over 60 feet high. It was amazing to see this because the wind was really going and blowing us literally off our feet while the waves crashed over the cliffs.
It is too heavy He says For me to carry this alone I am slowly being buried Don’t leave me here in the cold What can I do She asks But is afraid Carry it with me He says Without looking away Make this one man’s burden Into two Saving me But damning you Do you care enough To give yourself up for me To be buried alive Under the weight Of eternity Will you carry my burden Until there is nothing left Will you save me From my curse And damn all the rest
Everyone as a kid was a wave runner. Playing tag with the in coming waves. It makes me smile to watch a little kid doing exactly what I used to do. Dancing with water on a sunny day. Sometimes you have to be reminded of what makes you happy in life. I had forgotten how much I missed that and I have to thank this kid for reminding me that you don’t have to be a little kid to be a wave runner.
It’s another track meet over at SLV, and Gabe is working hard to break the school record. Unfortunately it’s not today.
Kid leashes drive me crazy. I don’t get it. Sure I understand that parents don’t want their kid to run away, but putting them on leash? It just seems plain wrong. Maybe I am just weird but whenever I see someone with there kid on a leash I just stop to watch. I part of me is slightly horrified but the other part (the bigger part) is laughing. One thing that just cracks me up about these leashes is that they are disguised as cute adorable little backpacks like this one. The kid sees a fuzzy little monkey when truthfully it is a direct tie to mommy. Even when the parents are yanking the kid around I really don’t think the kid gets why he is being held back. They just don’t connect the two things and go on with life believe their parents just got them a cute backpack, not a tether. ...
When the sun has finally fallen And the clouds lay out of reach Where will you turn When open arms become traps And smiles become masks Where will you turn When the world looses color And everything fades to gray Where will you turn When a child cries And no one listens Where will you turn When the fog is too thick to see And the ground falls out below you Where will you turn When the heaviness of night weighs you down And not even darkness can hide you Where will you turn When the flower blooms But there is no beauty there Where will you turn When the voices of loved ones Becomes a noise you dread Where will you turn When you can’t look yourself in the face And you hate what you’ve become Where will you turn
While driving through Oregon my mom and I happened upon many signs claiming there were elk in the area. For three days we drove through Oregon and guess what we didn’t see? ELK. So we decided the people who made those signs were liars. LIARS! We didn’t believe there were elk in Oregon at all. And you know what? We didn’t see any elk in Oregon. But we did see elk as soon as we crossed over into California in the Redwood National Park. There was a pile of elk just sitting on the side of the road. We decided Oregon sign makers are liars and California ones are not. Yeah for California. ...
It’s the time of year again for everyone that rides in Scotts Valley to raise money for our local schools while enjoying our great mountain roads. This year we’ve got a few changes. Charlotte got a lot of help from Aura, Mike, and others in pulling off this great SVEF event. And this year Gabe joined me in riding the 50km route. I’ll miss doing Mt. Charlie with the usual crew, but riding with Gabe is a treat and there’s plenty of climbing to enjoy. ...