Hosted by the Girl Scouts, Dad and Rach head off to the dance.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
A recent photo of the three Pletch kids
Coming home from Jacksonville, we stopped to check out a future campground, which looks really cool-- it has treehouses for lodging.
Will this 5k ever end?
My hardest leg of the Trident solo was the 5k beach run in the afternoon heat of the Jacksonville Beach Never Quit Festival. The swim and surf paddle were much better!!
Trident Solo
Pre race smile prior to the 5k run, 500m open ocean swim, and 1500m surf paddle. How long into the run did this smile last?
3rd grade award winner
Rachel proudly displaying her 2 end of year awards: Musical excellence, and Most improved for her class in academics. Her hard work definitely paid off this year.
Ryan turns 11
Ryan, the true sportsman had his birthday party at the CB Rec. Center with his closest basketball buddies.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Last boat day in Popoyo
Today was our last day on the boat. For the next two days, we will be taking land access to the world class Nica surf breaks.
Another long day of surfing: 2 sessions. First we caught Lance's Left in the early a.m. as it provided a great wind break from the wind. After about 3 1/2 hours of surfing Lance's, a fair crowd showed up, and we raised anchor to go to Chaca Centre.
Lance's was the classic long left point break, and CC couldn't have been any different. It was a heavy, hollow, spitting, barreling, beach break. Very critical take offs, and if there was ever an example to show how to ride those waves, it was set by our guides Chris and Richard. Fearless takeoffs at the crest of a pitching wave, a quick bottom turn, then the arm drag to pull solidly into barrel after barrel. A whole new skill set, also proficiently demonstrated by Dave and Tom.
I left Chaca Centre with throbbing arms, sunburned, lice welted, scraped, bruised, rashed, and happy.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Another day in Nicaragua
May 4, 2011 Nicaragua
Sessions and days have begun to blend together as the dreaded pre-dawn knock comes at our mahogany Nicaraguan door. Surfing bootcamp has commenced for yet another day. First comes our mini breakfast, then we are loaded into the back of the Landcruiser for our trek to Austerillo. The 4X4 passes through town, and out onto the beach, heading for the base of the big craggy bluff that was our windbreak for sweet waves at Lance’s yesterday.
In order to get to Lance’s via land route, we need to go on foot around the point. The first part of the walk is across sand, but that quickly turns to stretches of shards of shale at the base of the mount, followed by slippery rock steppes below the high tide line. My flip flops have turned into slip flops, as they have gotten wet and the uneven terrain stretches them to their tensile limit.
At the paddle out, we must again maneuver out over submerged rocks, so it is slow going at first as we exercise a good amount of caution. That is a long paddle as well, giving our muscles a chance to scream to life from yesterday’s marathon paddle exertion.
Beating us to the line up is a British couple who are already enjoying some of those long lefts Lance’s is known for.
Upon our arrival, we strive to exercise some good surf ettiquite, and not be some Gringo wave hogs mixing our sharing of the lineup with a healthy mix of enthusiasm and encouragement.
Man, my timing was off this morning, and although I had some great lefts, my paddling power was just a tad short of what was required to get into the drops in time to beat the section of white water before the waves were breaking.
Dave took a slip on the treacherous march around the point, and for the first part of the session, he joined our photographer, John as a spectator. When he did paddle out, he did a water borne entry from a mini cliff on the point to come out and shred some waves.
Tom was again dialed into this spot, and has that sixth sense to be at the right place to take off into the overhead set waves that would come in at regular intervals.
Rick and Kevin had some notable rides, and Freddie had one long left on his mini longboard which was quite pleasing to him.
After about a 3 hour fun session, the Popoyo boat showed up just in time to observe Rick, Tom, and Dave snatch three epic waves which was an irresistible lure to their surf passengers.
As the stoke bandits paddled out, we caught our last waves in to accomplish another return hike around the point. Despite my gringo pasty pads, I had an easier time picking my way from boulder to boulder in bare feet to avoid another episode of the morning’s slip flop rock dance.
The Landcruiser was loaded up, and we jovially returned to base for another installment of a Central American “Grand Slam” breakfast.
Naps followed, in preparation for an afternoon session………………………………………
Which was held at Popoyo. 2 sessions in an aggressive line up with surfers from around the world, Nica, Japan, Eastern Europe, U.K. etc. Mostly they were residents at the youth hostel up the beach. It was a bit agro in the lineup, and even though the wave was a nice, peeling peak, my wave count was low.
No problem though, got in a Skype session with my kids this evening, and it was langosta night at the Lodge. All you can eat lobster dishes including: grilled, ajo, mantequilla, lobster, cerviche, rice and fish. Unreal meal. A nice night cap to a day of hard corp surfing, as I go to bed to nurse my wounds, scrapes, rashes, abrasions, sea lice welts, and pride. Tomorrow is another day of building swell.
Sessions and days have begun to blend together as the dreaded pre-dawn knock comes at our mahogany Nicaraguan door. Surfing bootcamp has commenced for yet another day. First comes our mini breakfast, then we are loaded into the back of the Landcruiser for our trek to Austerillo. The 4X4 passes through town, and out onto the beach, heading for the base of the big craggy bluff that was our windbreak for sweet waves at Lance’s yesterday.
In order to get to Lance’s via land route, we need to go on foot around the point. The first part of the walk is across sand, but that quickly turns to stretches of shards of shale at the base of the mount, followed by slippery rock steppes below the high tide line. My flip flops have turned into slip flops, as they have gotten wet and the uneven terrain stretches them to their tensile limit.
At the paddle out, we must again maneuver out over submerged rocks, so it is slow going at first as we exercise a good amount of caution. That is a long paddle as well, giving our muscles a chance to scream to life from yesterday’s marathon paddle exertion.
Beating us to the line up is a British couple who are already enjoying some of those long lefts Lance’s is known for.
Upon our arrival, we strive to exercise some good surf ettiquite, and not be some Gringo wave hogs mixing our sharing of the lineup with a healthy mix of enthusiasm and encouragement.
Man, my timing was off this morning, and although I had some great lefts, my paddling power was just a tad short of what was required to get into the drops in time to beat the section of white water before the waves were breaking.
Dave took a slip on the treacherous march around the point, and for the first part of the session, he joined our photographer, John as a spectator. When he did paddle out, he did a water borne entry from a mini cliff on the point to come out and shred some waves.
Tom was again dialed into this spot, and has that sixth sense to be at the right place to take off into the overhead set waves that would come in at regular intervals.
Rick and Kevin had some notable rides, and Freddie had one long left on his mini longboard which was quite pleasing to him.
After about a 3 hour fun session, the Popoyo boat showed up just in time to observe Rick, Tom, and Dave snatch three epic waves which was an irresistible lure to their surf passengers.
As the stoke bandits paddled out, we caught our last waves in to accomplish another return hike around the point. Despite my gringo pasty pads, I had an easier time picking my way from boulder to boulder in bare feet to avoid another episode of the morning’s slip flop rock dance.
The Landcruiser was loaded up, and we jovially returned to base for another installment of a Central American “Grand Slam” breakfast.
Naps followed, in preparation for an afternoon session………………………………………
Which was held at Popoyo. 2 sessions in an aggressive line up with surfers from around the world, Nica, Japan, Eastern Europe, U.K. etc. Mostly they were residents at the youth hostel up the beach. It was a bit agro in the lineup, and even though the wave was a nice, peeling peak, my wave count was low.
No problem though, got in a Skype session with my kids this evening, and it was langosta night at the Lodge. All you can eat lobster dishes including: grilled, ajo, mantequilla, lobster, cerviche, rice and fish. Unreal meal. A nice night cap to a day of hard corp surfing, as I go to bed to nurse my wounds, scrapes, rashes, abrasions, sea lice welts, and pride. Tomorrow is another day of building swell.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Popoyo Paradise
May 3, 2011 Nicaragua
When I was young, my dad used to buy me small balsa wood airplanes with wind up propellers. I loved those things. To get a good long flight required winding up the rubber band which hung below the fuselage. After a couple of winds the band would get good and tight, and would begin to double up on itself, resembling small equal sized knots. You knew that band was at full torque, and ready for flight by the whole band having doubled upon itself, and connecting knot after knot.
That band is how the muscles that runs from the middle of my neck to the back of each shoulder feels tonight after another day of close to 8 hours of surf, with what seemed like miles of paddling.
Riddle: what’s the downside to 100 yard lefts? Answer: the paddle back. That’s what our afternoon consisted of .
Today was another boat day, awakening before dawn, and in the boat at first light, and in the water soon after. Our first stop, was a new favorite of ours: Playgrounds. Another great session of fine Nica surf prior to the wind creating a side shore chop.
Once the wind kicked up, we inquired about a possible wind sheltered spot. Chris, our guide took us to “Lance’s Left”, with meager hopes for waves of any size. Boy were we wrong. It appears that the eagerly awaited swell had begun to fill in, and we were immediately in the water scoring those 100 yarders. Tom had an especially great session, magically positioning himself into the best position for take off on the biggest set waves (def overhead) and freight training down the line executing multiple cut backs, throwing buckets of spray.
Freddie also scored some sweet, long lefts, and had a great sesh. I jokingly started calling the left “Freddies” in honor of his great rides.
After a lot of lefts, and the required paddle back out, I was hit simultaneously with dehydration, sunburn, and muscle fatigue. It was a sure sign to return to the Popoyo Lodge for the time honored Latin phenomenon known as the siesta.
Kevin finally got his bag delivered by American Airlines, and can surf his own board tomorrow. After a power nap, Dave and Kevin broke into a guitar jam session.Time for dinner, and an early turn in with more smiles from the crew
When I was young, my dad used to buy me small balsa wood airplanes with wind up propellers. I loved those things. To get a good long flight required winding up the rubber band which hung below the fuselage. After a couple of winds the band would get good and tight, and would begin to double up on itself, resembling small equal sized knots. You knew that band was at full torque, and ready for flight by the whole band having doubled upon itself, and connecting knot after knot.
That band is how the muscles that runs from the middle of my neck to the back of each shoulder feels tonight after another day of close to 8 hours of surf, with what seemed like miles of paddling.
Riddle: what’s the downside to 100 yard lefts? Answer: the paddle back. That’s what our afternoon consisted of .
Today was another boat day, awakening before dawn, and in the boat at first light, and in the water soon after. Our first stop, was a new favorite of ours: Playgrounds. Another great session of fine Nica surf prior to the wind creating a side shore chop.
Once the wind kicked up, we inquired about a possible wind sheltered spot. Chris, our guide took us to “Lance’s Left”, with meager hopes for waves of any size. Boy were we wrong. It appears that the eagerly awaited swell had begun to fill in, and we were immediately in the water scoring those 100 yarders. Tom had an especially great session, magically positioning himself into the best position for take off on the biggest set waves (def overhead) and freight training down the line executing multiple cut backs, throwing buckets of spray.
Freddie also scored some sweet, long lefts, and had a great sesh. I jokingly started calling the left “Freddies” in honor of his great rides.
After a lot of lefts, and the required paddle back out, I was hit simultaneously with dehydration, sunburn, and muscle fatigue. It was a sure sign to return to the Popoyo Lodge for the time honored Latin phenomenon known as the siesta.
Kevin finally got his bag delivered by American Airlines, and can surf his own board tomorrow. After a power nap, Dave and Kevin broke into a guitar jam session.Time for dinner, and an early turn in with more smiles from the crew
Monday, May 2, 2011
Popoyo waves
May 2, 2011 Nicaragua
Popoyo Day 3
This is the day that it hurts to wake up. Our guide was banging on our door at (the real) 5 a.m., and we readied our crew for another day of surf as the roosters encouraged our hurried pace. After yesterday’s full day of surfing, my muscles were very slow to move, and feeling the stiffness both of 48 years; and 8 hours of yesterday’s surf. Fully subscribing to the “better surfing through chemistry” program, I immediately began the day with an 8-12 hour Aleve. A quick power breakfast followed, and we loaded the Landcruiser. It is the old style with bench seats for 4 (on each side) in the back, and “the stiffer the better” shock absorbers. Getting ready to surf is not as easy as it once was, as a result of the responsibilities of age and a yearning for comfort. After the Aleve, comes the Sport Face sunscreen, the Rash Guard gel for the raw spots from board abrasions, the Sport sunscreen for kids, and the Safe Sea jelly fish sting prevention lotion for sea lice eventualities.
We heard the news of the death of Osama bin Laden, and it brought to mind my memories of 9-11. It was another day of fine surf in front of Patrick Air Force Base with the Delta Surf dogs. We were enjoying some great Florida storm surf, as we received spotty news of the details of the fall of the World Trade Centers, bringing a solemn overtone to what should’ve been a day of the blissful feeling of great surf. So today’s news brought us a feeling of closure to the tragic events of that great day of surfing 10 ½ years ago, and made for some philosophical discussion of government, religion, patriotism, and all the while bouncing down the dusty dirt roads of Nicaragua on the way to the Popoyo surf break in the back of a Toyota Landcruiser.
We were in the water at first light. We gained access through the gated soon to be subdivision by bribes of cookies and candies. There were already a couple of surfers in the water ahead of us, most likely from the youth hostel down the beach. There was a great peak breaking at Popoyo, and the winds of the morning were light. The waves were consistently head high, and everyone had a great session. Dave continued to have a high wave count, and Freddie caught some memorable waves on his mini log, performance Neilson. This session was very fun, and served to get my lethargic muscles warmed up.
We got a couple hours of surfing in on set 1, and headed back to the Lodge for a great breakfast. It was like the Central American grand slam: bacon, scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, black beans and rice, and pancakes. Denny’s has nothing on Popoyo Surf lodge. This was a short lived respite, since after this refueling moment, we were back in the Landcruiser back to the Popoyo surf break.
Once we got there, the surf size had grown, and so had the number of surfers in the water. It wasn’t quite So Cal agro, but definitely, Sebastian competitive. We still managed to score plenty of waves amongst the competition of the line up, and have a lot of fun in the process. That is def an fun wave, and if it were without the crowds, woo hoo!!
Another feature of today’s surf experience is having a photographer. We procured the services of John, the local photographer, who takes some great action photography with a giant telephoto lens. He has taken some impressive photos already, and he will be following our group for the entire week, with the hopes of scoring some hero shots for the ages, posterity, and bragging rights.
Having Internet has been a plus for the surf forecasts, although somewhat cryptic for Florida surfers travelling on the Pacific Coast of Nicaragua. For the last two days, the swell height has been 2 feet, and we have been riding head high plus waves. The period is long period, and we are encouraged to be having a slightly larger swell heading our way, with an even longer period swell. All good news for more days of great surf.
After session 2, we had a nice lunch of arroz con pollo, a yummy Centro Americano staple. Afterwards, we had our first down time of the trip, where it was not full speed ahead for surf. That only lasted a couple of hours, then, we all felt in the full speed ahead mode again. No matter what the tide, wind, and swell, we can count on our surf guide, Chris to get us to the right spot, and our 3rd session of the day was our 6th spot surfed in 3 days. He was right again, as we enjoyed surf at a beach break on a river mouth, called Santanna’s.
It was mostly a close out, but being a beach break, it felt right at home for our Florida crew. Dave is a huge fan of the beach break, as he can always line up on a shoulder, and avoid the rash guard rippin’ closeouts that are the alternative to a nice shoulder.
So, another day of surfing comes to an end, culminating with 8 hours in the water, 3 sessions, 2 surf breaks, fatigued arms, sea lice spots, rash guard abrasions, and smiles all around.
We are waiting to enjoy another fine dining experience at the Popoyo Lodge to rejuvenate after a super fun day of surf, camaraderie and Nicaraguan hospitality.
Popoyo Day 3
This is the day that it hurts to wake up. Our guide was banging on our door at (the real) 5 a.m., and we readied our crew for another day of surf as the roosters encouraged our hurried pace. After yesterday’s full day of surfing, my muscles were very slow to move, and feeling the stiffness both of 48 years; and 8 hours of yesterday’s surf. Fully subscribing to the “better surfing through chemistry” program, I immediately began the day with an 8-12 hour Aleve. A quick power breakfast followed, and we loaded the Landcruiser. It is the old style with bench seats for 4 (on each side) in the back, and “the stiffer the better” shock absorbers. Getting ready to surf is not as easy as it once was, as a result of the responsibilities of age and a yearning for comfort. After the Aleve, comes the Sport Face sunscreen, the Rash Guard gel for the raw spots from board abrasions, the Sport sunscreen for kids, and the Safe Sea jelly fish sting prevention lotion for sea lice eventualities.
We heard the news of the death of Osama bin Laden, and it brought to mind my memories of 9-11. It was another day of fine surf in front of Patrick Air Force Base with the Delta Surf dogs. We were enjoying some great Florida storm surf, as we received spotty news of the details of the fall of the World Trade Centers, bringing a solemn overtone to what should’ve been a day of the blissful feeling of great surf. So today’s news brought us a feeling of closure to the tragic events of that great day of surfing 10 ½ years ago, and made for some philosophical discussion of government, religion, patriotism, and all the while bouncing down the dusty dirt roads of Nicaragua on the way to the Popoyo surf break in the back of a Toyota Landcruiser.
We were in the water at first light. We gained access through the gated soon to be subdivision by bribes of cookies and candies. There were already a couple of surfers in the water ahead of us, most likely from the youth hostel down the beach. There was a great peak breaking at Popoyo, and the winds of the morning were light. The waves were consistently head high, and everyone had a great session. Dave continued to have a high wave count, and Freddie caught some memorable waves on his mini log, performance Neilson. This session was very fun, and served to get my lethargic muscles warmed up.
We got a couple hours of surfing in on set 1, and headed back to the Lodge for a great breakfast. It was like the Central American grand slam: bacon, scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, black beans and rice, and pancakes. Denny’s has nothing on Popoyo Surf lodge. This was a short lived respite, since after this refueling moment, we were back in the Landcruiser back to the Popoyo surf break.
Once we got there, the surf size had grown, and so had the number of surfers in the water. It wasn’t quite So Cal agro, but definitely, Sebastian competitive. We still managed to score plenty of waves amongst the competition of the line up, and have a lot of fun in the process. That is def an fun wave, and if it were without the crowds, woo hoo!!
Another feature of today’s surf experience is having a photographer. We procured the services of John, the local photographer, who takes some great action photography with a giant telephoto lens. He has taken some impressive photos already, and he will be following our group for the entire week, with the hopes of scoring some hero shots for the ages, posterity, and bragging rights.
Having Internet has been a plus for the surf forecasts, although somewhat cryptic for Florida surfers travelling on the Pacific Coast of Nicaragua. For the last two days, the swell height has been 2 feet, and we have been riding head high plus waves. The period is long period, and we are encouraged to be having a slightly larger swell heading our way, with an even longer period swell. All good news for more days of great surf.
After session 2, we had a nice lunch of arroz con pollo, a yummy Centro Americano staple. Afterwards, we had our first down time of the trip, where it was not full speed ahead for surf. That only lasted a couple of hours, then, we all felt in the full speed ahead mode again. No matter what the tide, wind, and swell, we can count on our surf guide, Chris to get us to the right spot, and our 3rd session of the day was our 6th spot surfed in 3 days. He was right again, as we enjoyed surf at a beach break on a river mouth, called Santanna’s.
It was mostly a close out, but being a beach break, it felt right at home for our Florida crew. Dave is a huge fan of the beach break, as he can always line up on a shoulder, and avoid the rash guard rippin’ closeouts that are the alternative to a nice shoulder.
So, another day of surfing comes to an end, culminating with 8 hours in the water, 3 sessions, 2 surf breaks, fatigued arms, sea lice spots, rash guard abrasions, and smiles all around.
We are waiting to enjoy another fine dining experience at the Popoyo Lodge to rejuvenate after a super fun day of surf, camaraderie and Nicaraguan hospitality.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Popoyo Day numero dos
Popoyo Day 2
Just got back from an all day surf session, chillin’ in the surf cabina at the Popoyo Lodge, freshly showered, and have tended to all the rashes and scrapes from a full day of battle in the surf line up. Listening to some Jack Johnson, living the full on—life is good.
We awoke early to the sound of the roosters which are roaming every yard in Central America. It was supposed to be 5 am, however, I didn’t realize that there is no “spring forward” in Nicaragua. That allowed a relaxing start to our morning as we waited for Chris, our surf guide for the week to get our group moving, a very easy task with our crew of motivated surfers. Plus, this place is hard corp, their motto, seeming to be “surf them til they drop!” And they succeeded today.
Breakfast was waiting when we went up to the main Popoyo lodge, lots of fruit, cereal, and peanut butter and jelly on toast. Lastly, as always, some strong coffee to jump start the day.
Today was our boat day, so we loaded up the Land Cruiser to go to the panga launch. Our lodge hosts are running a first class operation, they’re feeding us, hydrating us, loading our bags, and guiding us to world class surf spots. The panga launch was at a beach up the dirt road from the lodge. It is always curious to see how they beach those boats, and using logs roll the 20+ feet boats up the beach by rolling, then bringing the back log to the front, then repeat the process.
Once we got the boat loaded, we eagerly embarked on our first day of surf excellence. The first stop was a spot to the East of Popoyo. We had the choice of two breaks, a beach break named Colorado’s, and a reef break called Panga Drop. Undoubtedly, the second spot was named after a boat crew who did not have the best of fate befall them, their panga, and crew. And, were in a panga.
Colorado’s was looking smaller, so we decided on Panga drop. How was it? Well my first takeoff and long left was more fun than all of yesterday’s waves—put together!! And the fun didn’t end. The constant wind was blowing mostly sideshore, but with an offshore slant. That made the takeoffs choppy, however, after the first drop, the faces were silky clean.
We surfed PD for about 3 hours, and had lunch aboard the boat. That rejuvenated my sore muscles, and allowed for another paddle out down the beach at Colorado’s, which was a shorter session. It was a beachbreak, which Dave and Rick were tearing up, however, I was not getting any shoulders, so was getting crunched by some closeout sets.
After we reboarded our boat, Chris, our guide took us up and down the pristine and beautiful Nicaraguan coastline searching for our next surf spot. We checked a couple of spots, and finally happened on a spot named Playgrounds. The origin of that name was unkown to us, however, after about 3 hours there, we determined that although the playground lacked swings and see saws, there was plenty of ramps and water slides!! I had my best session there, catching left after left which started out as choppy A frames, and shot towards the beach and then had a steeper reform on the inside. A great session, which was superbly surfed by Dave, Rick, and Tom and Kevin.
After many hours of surf we climbed back aboard our panga and with great big smiles, headed back towards the beach to stow the panga, eagerly awaiting another great dinner, and a full night of restful recuperation to repeat the process tomorrow.
Just got back from an all day surf session, chillin’ in the surf cabina at the Popoyo Lodge, freshly showered, and have tended to all the rashes and scrapes from a full day of battle in the surf line up. Listening to some Jack Johnson, living the full on—life is good.
We awoke early to the sound of the roosters which are roaming every yard in Central America. It was supposed to be 5 am, however, I didn’t realize that there is no “spring forward” in Nicaragua. That allowed a relaxing start to our morning as we waited for Chris, our surf guide for the week to get our group moving, a very easy task with our crew of motivated surfers. Plus, this place is hard corp, their motto, seeming to be “surf them til they drop!” And they succeeded today.
Breakfast was waiting when we went up to the main Popoyo lodge, lots of fruit, cereal, and peanut butter and jelly on toast. Lastly, as always, some strong coffee to jump start the day.
Today was our boat day, so we loaded up the Land Cruiser to go to the panga launch. Our lodge hosts are running a first class operation, they’re feeding us, hydrating us, loading our bags, and guiding us to world class surf spots. The panga launch was at a beach up the dirt road from the lodge. It is always curious to see how they beach those boats, and using logs roll the 20+ feet boats up the beach by rolling, then bringing the back log to the front, then repeat the process.
Once we got the boat loaded, we eagerly embarked on our first day of surf excellence. The first stop was a spot to the East of Popoyo. We had the choice of two breaks, a beach break named Colorado’s, and a reef break called Panga Drop. Undoubtedly, the second spot was named after a boat crew who did not have the best of fate befall them, their panga, and crew. And, were in a panga.
Colorado’s was looking smaller, so we decided on Panga drop. How was it? Well my first takeoff and long left was more fun than all of yesterday’s waves—put together!! And the fun didn’t end. The constant wind was blowing mostly sideshore, but with an offshore slant. That made the takeoffs choppy, however, after the first drop, the faces were silky clean.
We surfed PD for about 3 hours, and had lunch aboard the boat. That rejuvenated my sore muscles, and allowed for another paddle out down the beach at Colorado’s, which was a shorter session. It was a beachbreak, which Dave and Rick were tearing up, however, I was not getting any shoulders, so was getting crunched by some closeout sets.
After we reboarded our boat, Chris, our guide took us up and down the pristine and beautiful Nicaraguan coastline searching for our next surf spot. We checked a couple of spots, and finally happened on a spot named Playgrounds. The origin of that name was unkown to us, however, after about 3 hours there, we determined that although the playground lacked swings and see saws, there was plenty of ramps and water slides!! I had my best session there, catching left after left which started out as choppy A frames, and shot towards the beach and then had a steeper reform on the inside. A great session, which was superbly surfed by Dave, Rick, and Tom and Kevin.
After many hours of surf we climbed back aboard our panga and with great big smiles, headed back towards the beach to stow the panga, eagerly awaiting another great dinner, and a full night of restful recuperation to repeat the process tomorrow.
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