4 days of 16 hours awake. 2 hrs of tv or relaxing, another 2.5 hours of exercise, an hour of hammering through JQuery for Dummies and stoically resisting the time-hole required to put a Colorbox on my blog, every other moment spent entertaining or facilitating The Screeching Reign of Monsters. An alleged vacation. I describe children to those who have none thusly: imagine you and your SO, and then 2 more of you who are willful, moody, filthy, destructive, incompetent, always hungry, lose shoes, drop turds on the floor, and get themselves kicked by foals. There is so much work, interspersed with occasional planet-aligning moments of reading and sharing and wave-riding, bike rides and baby lifts and multi-layered mudball fights. Then there is so much work.

The riding was good, I’ve got few photos. Day 1 the tide was the lowest I’ve ever seen. I dropped into the Morua Estuary for the first time in a year, and did almost an hour of half mile laps along a hard crusty track to enjoy some strange. Day 2 I found a way to ride to the top of the big staircase on Whale Hill. Dropping in having not seen it in 2 months was a little dicey, but fed a weekend of aggressive shredding. I went big for the 8 step staircase behind The Village, several times. Riding home from a run for pastries I found a mile of skinnies along Hidalgo Blvd, 6 inches high, standing out from any sidewalks, with ramped entrances. I was hitting everything and holding the lines for 10, 15 yards. I was so stoked i hit it again the next day, got cocky, entered too fast and got sideways, then horizontal as I sailed off the bike. Fortunately dusty streets provide a mild lubricating layer and led to minimal road rash. My skin is thick enough to withstand sand.