I'll be back!

That sun spits out vents through rents in Lanai's cloud veil. Chips and shards of supercharged silver and blinding white glare, burn off the sea and heat the blooming plumeria tree. Afternoon, a couple hours shy of the truth-is-stranger-than-fiction sun burnt and purple sunset sky, giving the night another try.

This morning would have been a water ski day. We watched with our surfboards as the glass said 'kiss my ass' and our wax melted. So Robin pulled out the big long hollow boards and paddles.

We got wet.

My road bike is demoralized as it has turned its 'Dura-Ace' components to being my overpriced, fragile commuter bike. I can ride bikes in Colorado, but I can't surf there. I can't surf here either . . . yet.

Paddle-surfing. It's apparently the oldest known form of surfing. There are petroglyphs of paddle-surfers carved in lava somewhere.

I just made that up, and I was expecting some punchline to appear but none did. I love the line and the thought though. Plus, it's as likely as not to be true. I know there are petroglyphs here. And I also know there are petroglyphs of skiers in Scandinavia somewhere.

Okay, paddle-surfing. You stand up on the board and propel yourself forward with a paddle. People actually surf waves this way. Or you can travel laterally to the beach up or down the shoreline. It's a great balance exercise. And great for regular surfing.

I'm sorry, but this is crap! I'm here to interrupt myself. It's almost 5 and I'm typin' away like some kind of kin unathletic whatever.

I can write more later, when it's dark.

I can't surf when it's dark, I can hardly surf when it's light.

I'll be back. But remember, surf's NOT up!