Welcome to any who may stumble upon the GroundArt blog. In the past several weeks I have become privy to the shared interest blogs of the surf board riding world and found them very inspirational, healing, funny....and interestingly made me want to start my own.
The wonders and changes of the fall often bring a heightened awareness to my sense of creation and desire to spend most waking moments outside. It may be a result of the amazing Indian summer we often experience here in northern California, or just the simplicity of the new crisp mornings, early eves and changing leaves. The fall is always the best time of year to cruize around, go on long drives, search for wild game....search for waves. I've always thought that Sept. 1st should be celebrated as the new year. Inevitably each fall season brings hope, warm weather, a birth celebration for both my wife and I.....it brings pumpkins, costumes, and the expectation of darker hoppier beers that the holidays provide.
The wonders and changes of the fall often bring a heightened awareness to my sense of creation and desire to spend most waking moments outside. It may be a result of the amazing Indian summer we often experience here in northern California, or just the simplicity of the new crisp mornings, early eves and changing leaves. The fall is always the best time of year to cruize around, go on long drives, search for wild game....search for waves. I've always thought that Sept. 1st should be celebrated as the new year. Inevitably each fall season brings hope, warm weather, a birth celebration for both my wife and I.....it brings pumpkins, costumes, and the expectation of darker hoppier beers that the holidays provide.
Growing up hunting in Montana, the fall was always the time that my dad and I would blaze trail looking for antelope, deer, and elk among other things. What we found most of the time was freezing cold wind, temps...and as my dad would say when he was asked about the weather from outside sources....."clear and still...., clear up to my ass and still snowing." I miss those days. I truly do miss the beautiful fall colors of Montana. Nothing obviously compared to what folks see out east, but it sure is a great time of year as all the tourists leave, the snow starts falling...as one anticipates how good (or bad depending) the winter would be. Major anticipation surrounded that time of year because I love to hunt, and love to explore the mountains, love to snow board and get to those places in the back-country where no one else lingers for miles.
Now...in northern California, the same feelings come about during autumn....but instead of hunting elk and deer, I have morphed into a 'california-jiggler' hunting for the magic of sliding down and with waves. I've been riding boards my whole life...skateboards, snowboards, wake boards....now surf sleds, and as most surfers know---there is no experience like it. Maybe dropping into a steep, chest deep couloir....shredding endless lines day after day of the winter, hucking from cliffs and booters (back woods snowboard lingo) ....maybe.....but riding waves, really clean lines, figuring out how each one wraps and warps your mind and delivers you fresh cold gifts. ok, enough rambling....
So, to those of you who find this blog, on its very first entry.....welcome! I hope that you will continue to check back. Thank you for sharing your findings, thoughts....your interests and sweet pics.
1 comment:
Nice. Great writing. Very vivid. You make me want to head to the water and to the mountains. Glad you're here!
Jason
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