NOT AFFLIATED WITH THE SAN ONOFRE SURF/SURFING CLUB
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
This past weekends storm didn't bring us any rain to speak of. However, this waterspout came ashore at Dogpatch destroying everything in its path.
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I had Herbie tow me into the middle of that monster. It was unreal. Talk about getting shacked! I was strapped on and spinning then spat out into glory. I was very emotional afterwards and had a good cry.
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds,--and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there, I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager surfboard through footless falls of air... Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace Where never lark, nor eer eagle flew-- And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod The high, untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
2 comments:
I had Herbie tow me into the middle of that monster. It was unreal. Talk about getting shacked! I was strapped on and spinning then spat out into glory. I was very emotional afterwards and had a good cry.
Hi Laird, I wrote this for you.
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds,--and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager surfboard through footless falls of air...
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, nor eer eagle flew--
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high, untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
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