To some people, surfing is viewed as a sport for lazy people. Other people believe surfing to be more than that. Surfing to some is a way of life, to be one with the ocean and all its inhabitants. Unless you live on a beach or an island, I think that way of thinking is a little extreme. But personally, I find myself in the middle somewhere. My family spends about one to two months a year at the beach. But now that I’m in college I don’t get to go for most of it, which kills me inside every year. In fact, I haven’t been able to travel to our Cape Hatteras house in three years. The first two days of my last trip consisted of rain and thunderstorms which killed my hopes of getting any decent days out in the water. Thankfully, after the storms passed it turned into one of my best trips down there.
The best part of being there was waking up at the crack of dawn and going right out onto the deck to stretch a little before eating breakfast. The same salty air filled my lungs every time I opened the sliding door. When I came back in I would go directly down the spiral staircase from my room to the living room, leading me to the kitchen. Like every other morning that started at quarter to six, my uncles would be cooking bacon and sausage with a some of eggs on the side to compliment. They would both sneak out of bed, away from their wives to leave the house early to surf. The only problem with this is that they both have four kids each so my aunts got stuck getting the kids ready for the beach every day.
What made this trip one of my best was the day we all went clamming in the bay. We packed up the trucks with boards and clam rakes and the kids jammed in with their water toys then we left for the bay. I too my scuba gear because there were some parts of the bay where we went that had nice free diving areas. I didn’t have one of our spear guns with us so I was just trying to explore and see what I could find.
What I found was a friend, 15 feet below the surface. I went down on a dive that began like any other. As I was swimming I was poking with a long rake handle I found in the truck and I found something squishy. Like a moron, I poked it repeatedly until it moved. I was scared, I didn’t know what it was. I panicked and started to race to the top when I saw a cloud of sand appear in front of me. I was racing for the top but because I was curious, I turned around to look. When I saw what it was I stopped and was instantly relieved. It was a giant skate which looks like a stingray but is friendlier. It wasn’t scared of me I think because it was quite large and just gracefully swam right by me. It made my whole trip, I never experienced something like that. Next time I go I’m going to the spot in hopes of finding my friend again.