Monday, June 23, 2008
Bayview Park, Brant Beach, NJ
One small shred for boy, one giant leap for windsurfing.
Today my son David had his first windsurfing lesson. We tracked down Jack Bushko who of course was terrific.
David is 10, so of course I planned to leave them alone for lesson. I figured I'd watch for the first five minutes and then take off, but David wouldn't stop talking to me. So I waved good-bye and went wandering around Ship Bottom for an hour.
When I came back, there he was, sailing. Out and back. Tacking by swinging the sail. He fell as he approached the shore. Jack was out with him, SUPping. Jack said, "He didn't fall until you got here." Ah, boys and dads.
He sailed for another half hour -- perfect form, confident, smiling.
"I did so well because I inherited it from you, Dad."
Thanks, David. Thanks, Jack.
Always imitating, I went back to the shop and Jack cut me my own SUP paddle. Looking forward to using it.
David leaves for sleep away camp on Friday for a month. Maybe he'll even get to sail there.
One small shred for boy, one giant leap for windsurfing.
Today my son David had his first windsurfing lesson. We tracked down Jack Bushko who of course was terrific.
David is 10, so of course I planned to leave them alone for lesson. I figured I'd watch for the first five minutes and then take off, but David wouldn't stop talking to me. So I waved good-bye and went wandering around Ship Bottom for an hour.
When I came back, there he was, sailing. Out and back. Tacking by swinging the sail. He fell as he approached the shore. Jack was out with him, SUPping. Jack said, "He didn't fall until you got here." Ah, boys and dads.
He sailed for another half hour -- perfect form, confident, smiling.
"I did so well because I inherited it from you, Dad."
Thanks, David. Thanks, Jack.
Always imitating, I went back to the shop and Jack cut me my own SUP paddle. Looking forward to using it.
David leaves for sleep away camp on Friday for a month. Maybe he'll even get to sail there.
