And our natural habitat.
Tatyana captured it best, didn't she, when she said that looking into the waves is like looking into a fire.
I have always found the ocean more mesmerizing to the ear than the eye, but I liked what she said.
I have always found the ocean more mesmerizing to the ear than the eye, but I liked what she said.
The ocean has sung three words to me, commanding over and over, since I was a little girl: Return Unto Me. Not return to me. But return unto me. Somehow that extra syllable completes the musical phrase perfectly with every crash and ebb.
So over the last few days, we did just that.
Tatyana, Jan, Liz and I traveled to San Diego to take part in the 79th annual La Jolla Rough Water Swim.
There is too much to say about the magic of the weekend to do it justice. Consciousness streaming is wimpy writing, but it's the best I can do with the things I hope I'll never forget.
Lily's sparkly shoes.
Cheering for the waves, and making them bigger. (And diving into them anyway.)
Little kids being tossed on 6 foot waves and swimming on.
Having the race live up to its name, and then some.
Jan's hardware.
Liz's pace per 100: 1:39.
My pace per 100: 1:39.
Finishing 8th out of 18.
Chatting with Michellie Jones and not knowing it.
Being pictured as a horse on her twitter site.
Jan's "run through Architectural Digest."
The lifeguard towing the old local guy out of the cove on Monday morning, and wanting to be that guy, 40 years from now.
Taking pictures of random houses at Windansea hoping one of them was Raymond Chandler's. (They weren't.)
Tatyana's bikini bottoms anchored to her fins in the foamy wave ends.
World class body surfing in Del Mar.
Sand in your hoo hoo (and everywhere else).
La Jolla Love Suites.
Liz flirting with the guy with the red surf board.
The rest of us flirting with everyone else.
The best dang nachos on the planet at Karl Strauss.
The sparkle in Liz's eye when I said as day broke Sunday morning, Do you want to go for a walk?
My nose is peeling.
Return unto me.
Someone over the weekend said it was a cruel joke to have been born with arms and legs, and not a tail and fins.
Someone over the weekend said it was a cruel joke to have been born with arms and legs, and not a tail and fins.
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