Thursday, June 27, 2013



THE ZEN OF BODY SURFING


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The waves down here have been fantastic all month long, whether the tide is coming in or going out... The waves are strong and very powerful. The current has been very forceful, but according to the lifeguards up the beach from us, that is good. A strong current keeps the run-outs from taking you out to sea. 


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I have surfed on surf boards and boogie boards, but have never found an experience to rival that of body surfing. It is a connection with the wave that is complete. Catch it while it is rising, quickly get up to speed with it, and then, when you feel it 'break' all around you, try to be just a little in front of it... and get that 'changing of gears' sensation that rockets you to shore like a projectile. To day I had several fifty to sixty yard 'runs' in a series of perfect sets. 

Not every wave is a 'rider'; the shape must be considered. Some are too small, some are too weak, some are 'doubled' and don't lift you properly and some are just way too big and powerful to even think about riding. Some of these can 'tumble' you like clothes in a dryer. 

We surfed all afternoon between a few powerful thunderstorms that clear the beaches for 30 minutes at a time. It was the only day we had to get out for weather since we have been here. 






They are sometimes too powerful, and if you decide to ride one of the Rogue Waves, or what we call the Monsters, you might just find yourself picked up about four feet above the bottom, and then slammed down upon the hard-packed sand.

You can never turn your back on the ocean waves. There are instances where very tall and powerful 'double overhead' waves come out of nowhere, and you have to be ready to negotiate them in an instant. There were some the other day about fifteen feet high, from the floor of the ocean. Scary-looking things that you do not want to misjudge; either go over them, or under them. Don't let them crash down upon you! It's like being hit by a train! 



                                                   
I have over fifteen years experience riding these waves, and I know that I am not 24 years old anymore. I don't care to risk getting up with a bloody nose, or being plowed by a 'beast' like I used to do. At 51, you choose your battles out here more carefully. 


The best wave is one that you think is just a little bit too big; that is the one that will pay off in the best ride. It's a rougher ride, and its a faster ride... and its a long one, usually all the way in to shore...

Your eyes are shut, to keep the salt bath out. You are in the dive position, and literally being shot out of a cannon, hurling towards  the shore.

You have to know just about when to drop your hands, during the ride, and 'sense bottom'. The water will be about ten inches deep when you 'terminate', plow your hands, and come to a complete stop. Otherwise, your belly will 'drag', and that sort of smarts!

A good ride is exhilarating, a definite 'rush', and a terrific sense of  accomplishment that you 'made' it to shore untumbled and in one piece.

It is also terrific exercise; one gets 'fit' doing this every day, as we do it. I will surely miss my daily 'taking of the waters' when I have to leave here again!



Tuesday, June 18, 2013




This is the only place that I insist upon eating if we go out for an extravagant night. The Chart House up near City Island at the Marina. I most always get the Prime Rib. The Prime Rib is ALWAYS the best anywhere; I have never had a bad piece of meat served to me here, and I have eaten prime rib all over the country... this cut of meat is always done cooked to perfection, and literally melts in your mouth.




The salad bar is the best one I have seen anywhere... And while places like Ruby Tuesday's and other average restaurants have decided to downsize their salad bars to absolute jokes of their former selves - by taking off the green olives and the cottage cheese, of all things, you can get anything you want here on the salad bar... including cold caviar, anchovies, heart of palm, marinated artichokes...



shredded coconut, fresh strawberries, fresh cut pineapple chunks, grapes, cantaloupe, green melon, home made blue cheese, and just about anything else you can think of...

Their caviar is the absolute bomb! And the anchovies are also excellent.







The dining experience is right on the water, watching these multi-million dollar yachts coming and going...











This being Sunday, the Tribe was all gathered together in town today. We all met and had a wonderful repast. as we have done here since the 1980's, when we first discovered this restaurant.










Sunday, June 16, 2013




THE KINDLE BOOKS of GEORGE ROLAND WILLS and OTHER RELATED INCIDENCES:

KINDLE is this great way to self-publish your books, and to see if you are any good at what you want to say... I make pretty good on my sales, with around a 1 percent return rate (one book in a hundred gets 'returned', for a 'refund'). The key to avoiding returns is to let people know what they are getting when they buy it, so they do not get mad at you!








NONFICTION:

MEMOIRS ON HOW TO LIFEGUARD EFFECTIVELY: 




THE GALLERY513 SCHOOL OF ART & PORTRAITURE LECTURE NOTES: COMPLETE AND UNABRIDGED



SOCIAL STUDIES: 


Death of a Nation: 


YOUTUBE: 


or in this form: 





The History of the American Left:

                             

To get a FREE KINDLE READER for either PC or MAC, without having to buy a free standing KINDLE:  http://www.amazon.com/gp/feature.html?ie=UTF8&docId=1000493771

YOUTUBE: 






FICTION: 

THE SHERLOCK HOLMES PASTICHE SERIES:


SHERLOCK HOLMES MEETS JEREMY BRETT:



SHERLOCK HOLMES MEETS PROFESSOR MORIARTY (THE UNTOLD STORY):


THE FINAL PROBLEM: Just as Doyle originally wrote it, with the refinements:


The Novelised Version:




SHERLOCK  HOLMES MEETS JOHN WILKES BOOTH: 



SHERLOCK HOLMES MEETS JACK THE RIPPER:

PART ONE:

PART TWO:




THE SHORT STORIES of GEORGE ROLAND WILLS: (These are all also available in THE NOVEMBER COUNTRY COLLECTION).




THE NOVEMBER COUNTRY; THE SHORT STORY COLLECTION of GEORGE ROLAND WILLS: 




THE POETRY OF GEORGE ROLAND WILLS:



COLLECTION ONE:

COLLECTION TWO:

COLLECTION THREE:





Saturday, June 15, 2013

June 15th - One Week into Our Stay



This morning - a slight overcast to keep us from cooking on the beach, and a great bit of chop to the surf. It is near noon. I am awake, and just about ready to descend into that maelstrom of the surf for my morning (okay, afternoon) ritual; I have one more cup of coffee to go as I stare out across the broad expanse of the windblown pounding of the surf... Life is good.




 


A week in, and the weather has been most hospitable. The sun does not feel as hot as it does in Virginia; there is an overall warm and tropical glow to the great orb that is cooled by the off shores breezes that blow through here constantly. 



I journey out twice in the day, once to partake of the healing
waters, to clear up the continual and constant bronchitis of the Virginia climate wherein I contract this same and exact phlegmatic complaint each Winter.  And once in the evening, to my walk down the beach, to try to record and film the great line of pelicans which form the Chinese Sky Dragon.
An example of that is found on my Youtube here:



THE WILD LIFE OF CENTRAL FLORIDA 
(From an upcoming film from Oceans 10 Productions, a subsidiary of Confederate Pictures) 




I try to stand at this very spot on some evenings around 7:30 to see how many I can get in a row, flying in from City Island in Daytona Beach, down to the Ponce Inlet sanctuary where they all sleep at night. 








The Chinese Sky Dragon of Pelicans  



I seem to be tanning correctly. Sun block SPF 50 for most of my stay, and the tanning that I do get is a nice overall brown and not that horrendously painful and godawful lobster red of the tourist class! 








Saturday, June 8, 2013

Daytona Beach Shores Once More





                          DAYTONA BEACH SHORES ONCE MORE




And here again, I find myself. It's been three years since my last visit to this place where I feel the most at home. It's been about a year since my last blog entry... The Halifax River can be seen in both of these pictures separating the City of Daytona Beach Shores from the land-locked City of South Daytona across the river.



Went out into the ocean today for a couple of hours. The sun was perfect and the water was about 83 degrees; three and four foot breakers as the tide was coming back in again. The storm held off until I could get back upstairs and get my shower. It lasted about an hour around 5:30 pm.



Here is the evening view from off the balcony. I always go for a walk on the beach at this time of day. I usually go for a couple of miles and get back well after dark. The lighthouse well south of here shines up the beach towards Daytona.

This camera angle (above) shows the beach way to Daytona Beach, which is several miles north of here, near the 1000 block where the Silver Beach Club Condominiums are; that area begins Daytona Beach proper and divides it up from Daytona Beach Shores. This beach that we are at - now - is called Daytona Beach Shores. It is to the south of Daytona Beach proper and runs into it just 14 blocks north of here.





Daytona Beach proper has both a beach side and a mainland. These two are separated by the Halifax River, which runs North and South. Now, to the south of Daytona Beach proper - on the mainland side - is the city of South Daytona. It is land-locked, and has no beach side at all. The area that should be the beach side of South Daytona is where we are now; the Shores. The City of Daytona Beach Shores has no mainland side; that area is the city of South Daytona. Curiously enough, not a single bridge connects South Daytona with Daytona Beach Shores. The next bridge south of Daytona Proper to connect the beachside with the mainland is the Port Orange Bridge, in the City of Port Orange. Port Orange joins South Daytona to its south, and like South Daytona, it also has no beach side.






The place gets into you. It is like being on a deserted island that you really do not want to be rescued from... like, not ever.







This view is south. below here is the unincorporated area where the Blackbeards and the Back Room Comedy Club were, in the area known as Wilbur-by-the-Sea; ostensibly named for a black labrador who once roamed the beach in that area. South of that is Ponce Inlet, the light house, the jetty, and across the inlet, there is New Smyrna Beach, Fla; the Shark Attack Capital of the World... with something like 22 bites recorded annually.


To see this total distance of beach (really fast) watch my YOUTUBE about the World's Land Speed Record, set on this very beach, in 1935. It is called the
"330 MPH Run" of the Blue Bird... down this very beach! Watch this YOUTUBE now:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iGv0MVAcTSQ

Here's how I made that movie: I drove my Dodge Stratus from the Pier down to the Lighthouse at 10 MPH, filming it out the front window. I then calculated the 11 mile distance of the run at its total top speed of 330 miles an hour... (which meant the film had to be played out completely in two minutes at the top speed)...

The Bluebird was clocked at 330 MPH through the "measured mile" down near the Oceans Ten Condominium (from the 2900 block to the 3500 block at Pirates Cove). My whole original run was first shown at 330 miles per hour by being played through in two minutes. I then backed off the speeds on either end of the measured mile, to show the car getting faster up to the 2900 block, and then slowing down gradually after the 3500 block...

Thus, you now see What the Bluebird Saw, 74 years later, to the day! Look at all the obstacles it would have had to have survived NOW!!!


 In a matter of a couple of minutes, you will see everything from the Main Street Pier in Daytona Beach proper... all the way through to the light house in Ponce Inlet, which was named for Ponce de Leon, who roamed up and down through here years ago, trying to make Spain wealthy...




We have a choice of two pools here; the long lap pool to the left...
or the rounded smaller pool to the right...


They also have an indoor pool, as well. Three of these things! I personally do not swim in beachside pools at all. With an ocean right there, it is sort of sacrilegious to get into chlorine when 
you just get right into the sea and can have nature's salt water!