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so salty pieces of coral from surfing Hawaii in the 60's and 70's getting reef pounded living in my body fall through my skin from time to time!

sailing to Oahu

Jimi Hendrix was playing on Oahu. I had never sailed. Surfed Mexico, California, Hawaii! Aw, how hard could it be to sail 90-110 miles from Kauai to Oahu? Piece of cake, right? Remember it was the 60's! This is so bad. We thought we were looking at Kaiena Point,Ohau, knowing we weren't going to make the concert! But at least we were in site of Oahu-wrong! Coy, who had never sailed before, me,who had never sailed before, jeff and Abbott etc. We were looking at the sleeping giant on Kauai! We had done three-sixty's in the night! We sailed on the only tri-marran I've ever sailed on ( except later ) in my life, missed the concert! It was at the Waikiki Shell Ampitheater ( Moon eclipsed . We finally made Nawilwili Harbor! The Skipper tried to give us his boat saying, " It's trying to kill me"! We watched him go stark raving mad not even realising that had we got caught in the channel current we were on our way to Japan! Remember it was the 60's and we were going to see Hendrix. I left out some of the good stuff but I will make up for it later!

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

A Very Good

December 30, 2009

For Sail-Buy Owner

How many times have you heard this? " I wish "? Or this one, " If only "? I am here now to tell you that I have a friend who said to me on occasion, " If life was a wishing well "! He was a paradox. In an esoterical sense And, in a world of practicallity he brought forth the impossible. What appeared to be physically improbable became irrelevant due to the simple fact that what I was looking at changed or metamorphasised due to the company ( or spell ) I was shareing. Jeff Briggs is his name. When I worked, surfed, played music or hung out with my friend, things happened. I could surf two foot Kealia with Jeff and feel like it was the only place on Earth I wanted to be. Major's closing out was still the most fun and Pakala, from Waimea, the long walk way, Robinson roping surfers, mushy sections, unconnected, was still a piece of heaven through Jeff's eyes.

Because he enjoyed what was before him with an un-natural exuberance the disease he was infected with passed on to me. This disease is called, " Perception ". So the ocean calls. How far does one travel from shore? When one is infected by Jeff's disease I am sure that the security of a shoreline representing protection or sheltor becomes unthreatening. Well, maybe I have taken this disease to a new level! I enjoy seas with a strong wind. " If only " Jeff was still here, " I wish ", is such a small thing to say!

Posted by Robbin at 7:29 PM Labels: Jeff Briggs, Major's, Pakala


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