The Goodland Journal: Volume One
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Tijuana, jumping on a five<br />
hour flight, and driving two<br />
more hours to the coast.<br />
Happy as a clam, shooting<br />
thousands of photos as my<br />
friends traded barrels and<br />
hooted and hollered out in<br />
the ocean until the sun went<br />
down.<br />
Some celebratory beers<br />
ensured, having made it<br />
one piece and finding the<br />
wave we were looking for.<br />
<strong>The</strong> beers ran us $0.72 each,<br />
cheaper than the drinking<br />
water. <strong>The</strong> room had running<br />
water that worked about<br />
15% of the time and we<br />
shared it with some of the<br />
biggest hornets I’ve ever<br />
seen, nests behind some of<br />
the headboards and all, but<br />
we didn’t mind.<br />
We were happy to be far<br />
from home and monotonous<br />
day to day life back in the<br />
States. Comfort is nice, but it<br />
is also boring.<br />
“Comfort is nice, but it is also boring.”<br />
We were all on the beach<br />
with boards in hand before<br />
the sun was up that next<br />
morning. We couldn’t see<br />
the waves but we could<br />
certainly hear them. As the<br />
sky began to glow, sun still<br />
hidden behind the horizon,<br />
outlines of waves began<br />
to reveal themselves. Big,<br />
glassy, A-frames that ran a<br />
few hundred yards before<br />
spitting water from their<br />
hollow tubes and finally<br />
breaking on themselves.<br />
Jaws on the ground, we all<br />
looked at each other, not<br />
sure what to do other than<br />
laugh, scratch our heads,<br />
and paddle out.<br />
We surfed everyday<br />
until our arms could no<br />
longer keep up, swapping<br />
barrels and smiles amongst<br />
ourselves and the locals.<br />
When the sun went down<br />
we’d eat chicken and rice,<br />
buy copious amounts of<br />
cheap, cold beers, go to<br />
bed, and do it all over again<br />
- a great reminder of how<br />
simple life really can be.<br />
17 <strong>The</strong> <strong>Goodland</strong> <strong>Journal</strong> <strong>Volume</strong> <strong>One</strong> 18