It was the best of sessions, it was the worst of sessions, it was the warmest of water, it was the coldest of seas, it was the week of serenity, it was a day of mental turmoil — in short, the two periods could be received in the degree of comparison only. Okay, so, maybe I’m pushing the imagery a wee bit. But allow me to highlight the contrast in the six days between Wednesday, March 15, and Thursday, March…
Made it home from Puerto Escondido late last night. Arrived at JFK in New York around 11 p.m. after an interesting travel day (more below) and drove back to Plum Island in one shot — which may not have been the best idea since I was, quite literally, hallucinating over the final half of the drive. Arrived at home around 4:35 a.m. and went to bed around 5-something. Woke up around 8:30 so we’ll see how today goes. But here…
Sitting in the postage-stamp-sized aeropuerto in Puerto Escondido awaiting my flight out. After an hour-ish flight, I’ll connect in Mexico City and fly on to New York, where there’s currently a winter-weather advisory timed perfectly for my arrival. Great. But what a way to finish up the trip. The last two days have seen ever smaller surf, but the waves enabled me to get my groove back. I got my takeoffs dialed in and with the added time, my feel…