Surfing!?!?!

Sitka. October 6, 2010. Surfing. Seriously? Is it real surfing? Really? Still shaking my head. OK. A couple of them were on boogie boards. Really? In Alaska. Is that allowed?

Growing up in Sunny Southern California, I apparently have some prejudices about what surfing should look like.

Insulated wet suits are not part of the picture I have in my head.

You should see the bottom when the tide goes out.

When Tom tried to teach me to surf in 1979, I was too scared. (What?!)

When Alma taught me in 2007, I was too out of shape (hey, it got me to the gym and working out). And I realized I wasn't "scared" in 1979, as much as feeling awkward in front of a boy (Tom, not Alma) I wanted to continue to impress. And I didn't want to deal with the learning curve. And how I might look. So I was still nervously laughing at myself at Launiupoko Beach Park. I'm vain enough to think I shouldn't have a learning curve. But I do. And I'm getting ok with that.