I just went out and let the raindrops hit my face. We’re parched out here in the west, and the smell and freshness and moisture and life of rain — elixir! Just a few drops, but hopefully a hint of things to come. Us and fungi, we can only hope.
Sk8ing In The Park Got up early Sunday, went across the ever-beautiful Golden Gate Bridge, out to Ocean Beach in San Francisco. Latte, wi-fi, and, um, crumb donut at Java Beach Cafe, then parked and took the Fulton Street bus up to Arguello and met Joey O’Mahoney, 31-yr-old skateboard park designer from New Orleans who was in Bay Area to build a private skatepark — his project in New Orleans is here: https://www.parisitediy.org/
It was a great way to visit. The park is closed to cars on Sundays and it’s 2-1/2 miles of gentle downhills. I had my Loaded (Tesseract) longboard with Gorilla (v. fast) wheels and Joey on a shortboard with hard wheels, pumping like a madman to keep up, and doing jumps, slides, all manner or playfulness as we rolled and talked our way back to the beach.
The waves at ocean Beach were so big I didn’t see any surfers out, 7:30 AM. The beach was more alive than I can ever remember. Waves pounding, misty fresh-smelling negative ion air — charging up the chi of everyone on the beach. It’s been a few weeks of good surf on the entire California coast. My ocean thermometer registered 62 degrees last week. Shades of LA…a few guys are surfing without wetsuits, yet.