Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Knee High to a Sandpiper (San Diego to Santa Cruz Part 1)

(like Christ-like, cuz he's nice to everybody)

We began our road trip to Santa Cruz to camp with my college roommates Basia and Nicole last Friday morning around nine. We stopped to surf a spot in Ventura that I've checked a few times, but have never surfed because it's always sucked when we've been by. This was kind of the case again on Friday, but it was so warm and uncrowded that we paddled out to get a few little ones to ourselves despite the lack of swell. It's too hard to drive in the car on the 101 past all the beautiful ocean views without going in at least once anyways.

There's a saying that Scott says that goes something like "The waves were knee high to a grasshopper." I've never heard it except from him and he doesn't know where it came from, but on this morning he said the waves were "Knee high to a sandpiper" then captured a few pictures of me riding a ripple with a sandpiper in the foreground to prove it. 

Back on the road, I was thinking about all the phases of my life that I've been in while driving this part of the 101 Highway. 

Scott and I were listening to the song Hospital Beds by The Cold War Kids. We love singing it loud and say we'll sing it at Karaoke, if ever given the chance. The only problem is that once Scott secretly recorded me belting it out in our living room and I am terrible. I demanded that he delete it and he insisted that he keep it, as long as he promised never to show it to anyone. I conceded. 

When we were almost to Betteravia I started thinking about how I got a ticket here once for going 86 mph in a 65 mph zone. I was trying to make it to San Francisco to see Kelly Slater win his 11th world title. I know I probably don't have to tell you this since my motivations may make it seem obvious, but I was in my early 20s.

I cried real baby tears trying to get out of it. It was my first and only ticket so far (and somehow) and I had just quit my job and was driving instead of flying to San Francisco to save money. I could tell the officer kind of felt bad, but it was too late to do anything about it. Later when I talked to Danielle on the phone she said "You have to make your case before they go back to their car to write the ticket, because afterwards it's too late." She was right. Later when I told Scott what happened he said "Now you're having a road trip!" Which is the same thing I told Danielle a year later when she called me crying about a ticket she got on her way to Arizona. 

Listening to Eminem as we drove through the fog in the valleys before Santa Cruz was very distracting. I didn't think about any of the things that have been consuming my thoughts lately, which was a relief. 

Mom says "Remember that everything happens for a reason and your life has always been good because of that". I wrote that advice in my journal to make sure it stayed somewhere so I wouldn't forget. 

12 comments:

  1. Oh, when will I learn that karaoke is not my friend? That is hilarious that Scott took a video of you singing! Just remember no one likes the way they sound on recordings:) I have this distinct memory when I was in 1st grade. I was in music class and we were all singing "Happy Birthday" into the tape recorder. Then the teacher played it back for us to hear. I heard this terribly annoying girl singing and said out loud, "who IS that?" Then another kid turned to me and said, "That's you!" It was one of the most Earth shattering moments of my life. From that point on I didn't sing into recording devices:)

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    1. Aw, poor little 1st grade Kari! That story is pretty classic, though. I think the worse you are at singing the better karaoke singer you make, but I may be close to alone in this opinion.

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  2. I love that Scott's first choice of word for you was silly. An excellent thing to be. We say "knee high to a grasshopper" quite a lot here. Also "knee high to a gnome". I don't suppose you'd put that bit of video of you singing on here would you? If we promised only to watch it once or twice and not to tell anyone else? I feel it wants to be out there. CJ xx

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    1. I didn't think of the say8ing applying to anything but waves, how funny. I like the gnome reference. As for the video, perhaps you will settle for something else embarrassing? I think that solo to Cold War kids needs to be destroyed.

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  3. Beautiful photos! I am sitting here in this cold weather. Makes me wanna go to the seaside:)

    Aniqa Dreams

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    1. Thank you! The water has been oddly warm here. This day in Ventura, Scott went out in his boardshorts. This almost never happens around there, even in summer. Hopefully you are enjoying some falling leaves where you are :)

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  4. What island/islands is the background? I love this!

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    1. Hi Jenna, those are The Channel Islands. The one in these shots is called Santa Cruz Island.

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  5. You guys are so sweet! The New Englanders use the saying, "knee high to a grasshopper" when talking about crops (corn and such.) I much prefer knee high to a sandpiper ;)

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    1. Funny how I've never heard this saying from anyone other than Scott (and he doesn't say it all that often). Maybe it's more common in other areas, or maybe I'm just oblivious! :)

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  6. Mums always give the best advice. Oh and knee high to a grasshopper is a common phrase here in Britain but it's usually used when referring to the height of a person, like "I've not seen you since you were knee high to a grasshopper" meaning when you last saw them they were small and young, but now they've grown. xx

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    1. This saying is growing on me, maybe I'll have to start using it myself. I like your use of it to describe a child's height.

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