Recently I had a 10 minute walk across a
sandbar into a 20mph headwind, but still grinning ear to ear and lol. Why? I just rode 2 miles upwind on foil and was earning my way to my first legit downwinder.
Less than 3 months earlier I rocketed up on foil
for the first time, immediately got ejected,
slammed the back of my head on the water and
thought "that was terrifying and I need a
helmet." With a bucket of positive
encouragement from my brother Scott, I spent
July and August getting wrecked learning how
to pump a wing. Counting foil rides by the
seconds eventually turned to minutes.
On the right day, now I count the miles...which
really are smiles. Yesterday I made my way
north for another joyful ride home.
Following Scott on a rainy day. Photo credit: Herbie Love
What a great job! It’s amazing how you described it. Minutes to miles is true for all of us, the addiction helps push you further. What was the hardest thing you dealt with when you learned?