Wednesday, January 30, 2013

An Anniversary at Home

     We met eight years ago yesterday, January 29th. We celebrated, but very casually, by camping in our backyard. 
I made a tomato and red pepper soup in our Vitamix (ok, so it wasn't true camping)
and Scott cooked quesadillas over our chiminea fire
we talked about Scott's day as a P.E. teacher and my first day coaching surfing
then we played Gin Rummy and checkers and finished our food
    I know we have a new anniversary now that we are married, but it just doesn't feel right not to acknowledge this original anniversary in some way. That night changed us forever. When I met Scott I knew who I was, but I had no idea how he would breathe so much life into that person. And our life together is the only one I want.

Monday, January 28, 2013

Summer Spirit + Boardshorts Giveaway!

Pictured: Roxy's Endless Summer Shorts
     I know, I know, it's dreary and cold outside (that's even true here in sunny CA), but winning a pair of boardshorts might kindle a little of that summer spirit in your heart. The Roxy Endless Summer shorts are my favorite, but the nice thing about this giveaway from is that you can pick any pair you want! Check 'em out.

Here's how to enter:
Good luck!

The winner is Ashley C.! Congrats! 

p.s. I'm super curious, how has winter been for those of you that legitimately have it (I say it's winter here, but wearing surf booties isn't quite the same thing as having to wear snow shoes)? Please share! Weather kind of fascinates me. 

Friday, January 25, 2013

Quinoa Kale Avocado Salad

I feel as though this is the quintessential California surf meal. It's healthy, it's filling, it's easy and quick to make and it's got avocados. 

Servings: 2-3
1 cup of quinoa 
1 head of kale
1 lemon, squeezed
1 clove of garlic, minced
2 avocados
1/4 tsp. Himalayan sea salt
1/4 tsp. pepper

optional additions
olive oil
handful of cashews
nutritional yeast

*I try to use organic when I can of all of the above

Cook the quinoa (1 cup quinoa to 2 cups of water, bring to a boil, reduce to a simmer; cover and cook until all the water is absorbed; ~10-15 minutes). While the quinoa is cooking make the kale salad... 
Remove the stems from the kale and place it in a bowl. Add the Himalayan sea salt and massage it into the kale so that the salt starts to "cook" the leaves (i.e. break down the leaves so that they are "wilted"). Keep going until you see juice start to come out of the kale. Next, massage the leaves with lemon juice, 1 avocado, garlic and pepper until well incorporated. Taste. You might need more lemon juice or more salt. Cut up the remaining avocado and add it on top. 
Remove the quinoa from the stove and place it in serving bowls (It's probably best if served cold, but I've enjoyed it hot as well). Mix the kale salad in with the cooked quinoa. Add extra avocado cubes on top if desired. Enjoy!

p.s.  thank you all for your supportive comments on Wednesday's post (and always). You guys are awesome!
p.p.s. Kale salad recipe provided by Roberta. Check it out here

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Dreams and Things

I don't normally read articles I've written. I get nervous and embarrassed at the sight of them and then I get anxious that there could be some kind of typo. So, I don't usually read them, but you can if you want to. That's one reason I posted this- to let you know that you can find Women's Surf Style Magazine at Barnes & Noble, Walden Books and Hollister. I have a poem in there and a surf story called Sea Legs. 

The other reason I posted this, the main reason, isn't to brag (gosh I hope you don't think that's why); I posted this because I want you to know that you can follow your dreams too. I know, I know "Thank you Captain Obvious", right? Maybe you already know that. Maybe you already are. But, nevertheless, I just want to say-don't deny yourself what you want. Do your thing and don't look back. Even with the chaos of having multiple jobs, the tiny paychecks and the eye rolls from skeptics I'm still so glad I did mine.

Monday, January 21, 2013

Life Lately

Lately, we have lived a lot of our life in the water. With high pressure hovering over California and north swells washing ashore there's been no reason not to. 
my favorite color
my favorite spot
my favorite feet
beach bites
fly by
the "under world"
ninja/surfer/camera man
bloom where you are planted
surf dad on a clean one
all water shots by Scott

Friday, January 18, 2013

Daphne's Date

     Daphne's is a good place for a date night. Why? It's less than $30  to get an appetizer, two entreés and wine for me and a beer for him. That's not the only reason though. The food is super healthy and they get points from Mother Earth (and me) because they serve it on real plates and bowls. Plus, there's great booth nooks where you can relax and talk (or watch surfing). Oh! And they changed their menu. They still have nearly everything they had before, but now they have the "Build Your Own" option. First, you pick a favorite (pita sandwich, wrap, salad, bowl or plate; we went with the bowls). Then you pick your protein (falafel for me). Finally, you get to pick two toppings which is hard because there are some really good ones. I went with the jalepeños and avocado slices. Scott got Chipotle hummus and fresh guacamole. We loved it and can't wait to go back for more! 

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Inside Looking Out

We're back from Maui.
Lately, as my life consists of moving a space heater to which ever room I'm in, I look back fondly on these pictures from a tropical time.
     It's nice to take a plane somewhere and come back on one with a new perspective. The plane isn't always a necessary element in gaining perspective, but it usually makes it rather unavoidable. Hawaii gave me perspective and other things. 
     Other things like quality time with my sisters-in-law; sitting on the beach telling them things I'd usually only put in my journal. It gave me time with Scott to surf new waves, because when we wake up in our neighborhood we get pretty hooked on surfing the same ones. It gave me time with my DeMint family not just to tan our skin and swim the days away, but to navigate challenges like the torrential downpour, 40º air and gale force winds that greeted us at the top of Haleakala. 
     To be totally honest, our time in Hawaii put me out of my comfort zone a bit. I'm an unwavering introvert, as you may know, and the thought of traveling with nearly 20 people made me want to pack a cloak of invisibility just in case I needed time in my own world. It turns out, I was mostly fine (I only cried once) and this is where the new perspective came in. This trip wasn't meant to be about me, unless only for me to see that I needed to forgo control and put others first. Did I succeed? I'm not sure. There were at least two times when Scott and I went surfing instead of hopping in one of the vans with the whole clan. I'm glad I had those waves, we both are, but this is where hesitation creeps into my conclusion. 
     This vacation may not have been filled exclusively with selfless moments brought to you by yours truly, but it was a step in the right direction. I'm working on myself all the time and this trip gave me a compass to where I'd like to head next. Introversion can't be an excuse to be selfish. 

Trip Tale Index

Monday, January 14, 2013

Matsumoto Studio Giveaway!

     As the new year gets underway, I am realizing how I really crave more simplicity in my life. I'm starting to see that the whole "less is more" thing is really rather true (although, not when it comes to waves). I want to simplify my life, clean things out and allow my dreams to fill the space. 
     When I came along Jes's shop, Matsumoto Studio, I felt that her designs really captured what I was going for in my life- simple, beautiful expressions. Today you can win the two sets of cards pictured and add some of this beauty to your life (or someone else's, when you wish to send them). If you have thank you notes to get to after the holiday season these will be the perfect thing to help you get going with that too! 

**also, use the code mermaid15 to receive 15% off Matsumoto Studio this month!

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Thursday, January 10, 2013

Honolua Bay: In Scott's Words

Ok, so Devon asked me to do a guest post on my thoughts about Honolua Bay. At first, I was very resistant because blogging is her thing and I didn't really feel comfortable posting my thoughts all over the Internet. However, she somehow convinced me to do it (as usual), so here it goes...

It started by pulling off the highway at what turned out to be a scenic overlook off a windy two lane highway in Maui. I knew we were close. As we pulled up to the guard rail, I got my first glimpse of the dreamy, offshore lines rolling through this breathtaking bay. It seemed we couldn't get there fast enough, but there was a slight hesitation and lethargy in our pace as we grabbed our gear to have our first surreal experience with this wonderful wave. After locking the car and stashing the key, before traversing the steep, slippery cliff, I realized I forgot my swim fins, which are an obvious necessity when swimming with 6 pounds of camera gear in the crashing surf for two hours.  After a quick jog back to the car and a tangle of camera gear to deal with, we were back in business.  From the moment we hit the water I was stoked. I was so excited to get a view of waves like we see in surf movies and be able to take photos firsthand from behind the lens. I shot photos of Devon for a while and was so content that I didn't even surf that first day. I loved getting to know the way the waves broke and how they felt in different spots along the point.

The next time we went out, I was set on getting to ride some waves. After exploring an alternative pathway down the treacherous cliff and getting dragged across the shallow reef and slicing my heels and ripping my shorts and wetsuit top, I got some more great photos of Devon ripping it up. Then, as exhausted as I was, it was my turn. I ended up surfing the spot know as "The Cave" which is a literal name for the spot (like most surf breaks) due to the cave directly in front of where the waves explode over the reef. It was like a dream. Dropping into the first wave was so fun. The wind was howling up the face and made it almost hard to see. Once I knew I had the wave, it quickly became one of the most memorable rides of my life. It was so much faster and more powerful than many of the waves we surf at home and it was exhilarating to feel that kind of power. 

I feel so lucky to be able to have these experiences in life. I know how much goes into trips like this- all the hard worked hours to pay for the stay, and how it is a hassle to bring surfboards on planes and travel with camera gear and snorkels and extra towels and swim fins and first aid kits and clothes and tripods and all that other stuff, but it's all worth it for the reward. Being able to experience these magnificent forces of nature from so many perspectives is what drives me to want to explore more of the world.

Well, thanks for reading this. I don't really see my career path taking me into the blogosphere but seeing as how my wife is in into it, I'll probably stop by here and there. Anyways, hope you enjoy the photos. Peace out. 
Trip Tale Index

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Honolua Bay

     I want to say I was scared when we drove down the red mud path onto the cliff overlooking Maui's Honolua Bay, but that's just because I expected to be scared. It was a spot world famous for its long, but dangerous waves that came from big north swells and broke in front of a lava rock cliff with caves that many surfers had reportedly been washed in to. I want to say I was scared because I would have been in the past as waves such as this rose higher than my confidence. 
      The truth is, I was excited to surf this famed wave. I was ready to make this wave a part of my journey as a surfer. A journey that started in the welcoming waters of Waikiki nearly two decades ago. A journey that brought me to Doheny Beach where I traded a long board for a short board and then took that short board nearly everywhere I went until I broke the nose clean off of it in the shallow shore pound of Salt Creek. A journey that brought a new board into my life (although I still kept that first one, cracked and yellowed and dinged) that I took to college with me in San Diego. I learned to surf new spots then. I found that tourmaline was safe on big north west swells, Mission Beach and Ocean Beach were good on combo swells and south winds blew straight offshore at Scripps. 
     After becoming comfortable in the ocean my surf journey drew me to new boards and waves in other oceans. But it wasn't always easy. Sometimes I was scared to tears. Surfing a spot called Browns on Oahu, I watched house-high slabs of water collapse onto the reef. I didn't catch a single one of those waves that day and, instead, whimpered my way back to the sand. On a big north swell at Sunset Cliffs in San Diego, in the fading light of the afternoon, I found myself trapped in the lineup as a north swell rose, making it impossible for me to get out on the rocks I climbed in on. I cried my way all the way into that beach, which was a good quarter mile away from the spot I was surfing. I survived this though (obviously) and other surf lessons along the way. These journeys all came to mind as I started a new one a Honolua Bay. 
     Scott and I bought a new water housing for our camera for Christmas this year and he led the way down the steep mud and lava rock cliff to a small sandy beach with it in hand. We had watched the waves for 45 minutes, so when the ocean touched my toes, I felt ready. After a few duckdives we made it to the dark blue water. If it weren't for the salt, I felt I could have drank that topaz water it was so pure and clear. A six foot set approached and two guys closer to the peak caught the first waves, but as the third wave rolled in, it came to me. I dropped in right in front of Scott and he took photos just as I did my top turn. 
     I know this might sounds cheesy, but I'm ok with cheesy as long as it's true. Honolua Bay is sometimes referred to as a surf mecca, and for me, it was. Here I was surfing this world famous big wave and I wasn't afraid (at least when it was six to eight feet). So many other surf journeys in other places with my dad, with his friends, with Scott and by myself had led me to this place and I was ready to enjoy it. And I did. Even after my leash broke and sent my board hurdling into the rocks (it was fine). I felt at peace out there with myself and with the sea. I knew she had more to teach me, but that would come in time.