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As life would
have it, since 2006 I have had an eye
opening opportunity to spend time with some of the most humble yet
heroic people I have ever met.
Having a passion for outstanding
personal feats, I went to the big wave surf contest at Mavericks in
Half Moon
Bay. I had gone one year and seen the
waves with little dots racing down them from the shore.
Seeing waves that size is fascinating in
itself. However, seeing a surfer
negotiating a ten foot board down a forty to sixy foot wave face is
absolutely amazing to me. Seeing that the
surfer was such a small part
of the wave gave a perspective of just how huge the
waves were.
The next year I reserved a spot on a
charter boat and got to see these awesome athletes navigating
themselves
through the waves from a much closer and more clear perspective. These courageous surfers chose to paddle
unassisted through the
waves, catch the wave if possible, then surf the wave while attempting
to not get
completely pummeled.
The surfers who caught the wave
would pick up such speed so quickly, that they would go straight down a
drop
off with their arms in the air like they were
flying. When their board landed they
had to establish
balance, then control. Then as this
huge wall of water came crashing behind them, they had to be aware of
what was
trailing and plan an exit that was the least damaging.
Most of them turned their surf board sharply, cutting over
the
wave, risking getting taken out by the next wave in the set.
Some of the not so lucky lost
balance somewhere along the way and had the water eat them up in
its powerful
jaws and spin them around like they were an ingredient in some kind of
blended
drink. Hopefully, within a few minutes, they would pop up from the
tumbling.
After all this, these amazing human
beings would take a breath for just enough time to get ready to paddle
right
back out there and try to catch the next one.
Well in 2006 I had the chance to go to an
after party with the contestants. My
cousin is Assistant Harbor Master at Pillar Point and introduced me to
the
surfers, as well as a friend of his whom he works with, Cary Smith. I ended up hanging out with this friend of
his quite a bit. These "water patrol" folks include huge amounts of people statewide. They patrol oceans, lakes, rivers, tributaries, the delta and more. Well, my friend became my boyfriend and introduced me to people who were heads of Marine Units in local large cities. I met lifeguards from As these humble "water patrol" folks gather, through the CBSOA meetings, at trainings put on by DBW, and they learn about issues common to different departments. They learn how each other has handled issues they have faced, and talk about what worked and what they would do differently next time.
As they talk about their stories, I get to hear.
I am always shocked to learn how many of these people effect the public
in
such a positive,
yet unnoticed way. More surprisingly, I
hear stories about how few people appreciate the work of these warm
hearted
heroes. There are people whose lives were saved by these daring
and dedicated water patrol folks, who don't ever send a thank you
note! They are saved and go on their merry way.
Some people (more times than you would believe) actually yell
obscenities at the water patrol because they are so
embarrassed. They actually blame the person who just saved them!! P.S. As of 8/8/8, my favorite "water patrol" guy, Cary Smith became my husband! You can read some of his stories here too. Enjoy! |
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