Dog Symphony

Looks Like Fun!

We were on our way up to Kingdom Trails in Vermont to do a little mountain biking. Just happened to be a traditionally popular weekend for motorcycle touring. Sucks for them. I just wish the video did a better job of showing how wet it was outside.

Hawaii, 2011

I know, I know, Hawaii and no surfing! Actually, I did surf quite a bit, just didn't get any good surfing footage. Next time....

Tony Hawk Only Wishes

Somewhere in New Hampshire, September, 2011.  No waves, so I decided to mess around on my longboard on the hill up the street.  In case you were wondering, at the beginning of the video, I say, "Tony Hawk, eat your heart out."

Come On, Irene

Hampton Beach, New Hampshire, August 2011.  I mean, like, come on, Irene.  Seriously.  I woke up Monday morning with high hopes.  Rockaway Beach, my old haunt, was experiencing solid 6-foot swell.  (This after 10-15 foot waves throttled the coast on Sunday.)  So I checked the report for Hampton: 2-3 feet.  Not awful.  Not inspiring, either.  But it was 80 degrees and sunny, people were out and about, including many scantily clad young ladies, and the lineup wasn't too crowded.  Could be worse.

Making Nothing Out Of Nothing

North Hampton, New Hampshire, August 2011.  This was the first time I'd ever been filmed surfing.  I asked my girlfriend to capture some footage because I wanted to be able to see what I was doing wrong.  Pretty much everything, it turns out.  Arms too low.  Feet too close together.  Catching the waves too late.  Staring at my board instead of looking where I wanted to go.

     Not that I could have done anything special on the waves offered that day.  I was hoping to catch Hurricane Irene's leading edge, but as you can see, I'd jumped the gun.  Irene wasn't supposed to arrive until the next day, but I was wave starved and I had a new board that I was dying to try out; I was too anxious and excited not to give it a shot.  When I arrived at the beach, fingers crossed, and saw that Irene had yet to arrive, my disappointment was considerable.

     It's funny though, how the waves always look so much bigger in the water, on your board.  I didn't expect to get home, watch the videos, and be reminded of Jordy Smith surfing J-Bay.  But I wasn't expecting the waves to look that pathetic.  I wasn't expecting my surfing to look so pathetic, either.  My only consolation was that, even if I could surf like Jordy, there's not much I could have done on the waves that day.  At least that's what I keep telling myself.