I went to my home beach, which for the time being, is Surfrider Street in Oceanside, CA. It's become a bit more interesting recently, it seems. The homeless people who hang at the mouth of Surfrider have become a bit vocal, but I think it is just a manifestation of untreated schizophrenia, not intentional hostility.
The Oceanside Police Dept. keep an active presence at that area of the beach with a couple of cops patrolling the sand in a little golf-cart on steroids kind of vehicle. Maybe a Binford XT-2000.
I think there is an unofficial toilet somewhere around that circle turnaround because it smells somewhat foul. But not to worry, the City thinks they may get a restroom built there soon.
The bright side is that we do have hookers available in the Pappy's vicinity for servicing locals and tourists visiting our area. The two I saw today were scary, but who knows...some guys may like that kind of chick. Also crack or meth must be selling there due to the few homeless that have fallen victim to the drugs. Those folks have a particular skinny, desperate, disheveled look to them that can't be missed. They are now on the sand in numbers of one or two--that must be the reason for the police presence.
Water. Salt water. That's what I wanted to describe. We had a hot, muggy, and cloudy day today. The air temp was 83 at the beach and the water was about 73. Very hot water. I wanted to try to swim out past the waves and see what I could do but the last large waves were coming at an interval of ten seconds. I tried to get through...I tried again..I tried about ten times. Finally I actually swam through the outer wave, which was 3-4 feet today.
No sooner am I through and taking a rest than a lifeguard on a jet ski comes by me to check me out. I'll say it again: We have GREAT lifeguards in Oceanside.
There was a good chop to the water, at least a foot, and I tried swimming out in it for a little bit. I was too winded so I turned around and headed in. With all the water movement it took me a bit to swim back in to standing room. It was a good workout nonetheless, and my back held up great. I continue to make progress in rehabbing my back.
"The first time you quit is the last time you try."
No comments:
Post a Comment