Saturday Surfing Trip

There's only one place on Earth, that I feel connected with mother nature; the ocean. The whole week I'm connected with social media, friends, and homework, and there's little time to take a break from the daily grind and go surfing. I promise you the forty-five minute drive out to North Hampton feels like decades, each road sign slowly passing me by as I go 80 MPH on the highway. I've had this gift ever since I was just a boy, that once I get a few miles from the ocean I can start to smell it. The aroma of the salty air fills my lungs and sets me free from all the drama that occurs in my life. Once I park my car I can start to hear the massive waves crashing on the rocks the knot in my stomach starts to form. The joy is equivalent to a child on christmas, quickly hopping around on one leg trying to put on my tight wet suit. As I start to paddle out to the waves I quickly forget about everything in my life, the best pain one could ever feel is the freezing water constantly splashing over their body. I'm such a different person from when I'm on the beach to when I'm out on the water. I become happy and cheerful to finally see the best waves of the year, I yell out like some kind of surf ninja man urging on the massive sets of waves to roll in. A failed test, a death in the family, drama with the girlfriend all wash away with the tide of the ocean. The long rides that are soon to come are memories that with me for my entire life. Once I'm on the wave a extraordinary kind of numbness takes over my body and the only thing that is going through my mind is "OMG THIS IS SO AWESOME". Once the wave begins to fade away it feels like a sad farewell with a close friend, but like in life there will always be better ones out there.  After about 5 hours of sweet shredding my body can't take anymore, my muscles feel like cooked pasta and it's time to head back into reality. As I leave the ocean the only things that are left on my is sand, wet hair, and memories that will last a life time.

 Me Shredding