Guided by Turtles

There is a way the water can carry you. Unlike snow or skate boarding the wave moves with and away from you. Sometimes you have to keep catching it pumping your legs for speed, other times you just glide riding the wave. My ‘one time surf class’ had turned into a week long surf camp. Everyday we head down in the afternoon and paddle out to the break ignoring the shoulder muscles burning into existence. Panting, faces blue from sunblock, and eyes red from salt water we wait watching, the waves, the other surfers, and the turtles. In my last days of surfing they came so close to me, though I had my underwater camera I failed to get a picture. Or maybe succeed by not getting a picture, its a great moment to just be gazing into the eyes of a massive turtle. Once paddling I thought I was passing a rock, when infact i just stroked the solid shell of a passing turtle. Many tiimes when i felt so tired, that my arms would surely fall off, i saw a turtle peak out of the water in the direction I was heading. Smiling I could always paddle just a bit further with them as my guides