Browsing tag: Summer

  • August 31, 2017

    A Change Will Do you Good

    We have all heard it the phrase.  But change is hard.  Even so, it can be a good thing.   And it can be so simple.  What I have found does wonders, is simply a little change of scenery.

     

    I have more free time on my hands right now than I have had in years.    I still find myself getting bogged down.   I struggle hard to find focus.   I have a to-do list a mile long.   I have a tasks-started-but-not-completed list two miles long.   I am so used to having the minutes of my day lined out for me that when I have hours unbooked, I can feel a bit, overwhelmed.

    For so much of my life I have lived by the mantra “work hard, play hard.”   I worked to play.   I loved my jobs most of the time, but I loved vacations even more.    I always found the transition from work to play very easy, because I was usually a little fried by the time I walked out of the newsroom, got onto a plane or loaded in the car to head somewhere fun.   I felt I earned the time off and didn’t have much trouble unplugging from the world I gave most of my life to.   Now?   Now that I have more open space before me, I find I have to work a little harder at it.

     

    There is a bit of guilt scheduling entire days to myself.    There is also the fact I work for myself now, out of my home, so even though I live steps from the beauty of the beach, I am always steps away from piles of work I could be getting to.    Oh yeah, and there are no paid vacation days anymore.    I need to stay plugged in to a certain extent to pay the bills.   All that said, I know our brains need vacations from our every day lives, no matter what those lives are filled with.   That’s where a change of scenery can do wonders.

    I’ve spent the last week up in Tahoe.   I’ve done a little work here and there, but the piles and massive to-do lists…I left at home.   I brought abbreviated versions with me, which has left me ample opportunity for hikes, lake-time and exploring new territory.     And at the end of the week, guess what?

    I find I have more focus.   I am actually a little eager to take on the to-do list upon my return.

     

    It wasn’t discipline or working harder that got me here, though.  It was getting away.   It was the peace of a mountain hike, the serenity of paddling into a crystal clear lake cove, and the awe of discovering a new body of water to float in.     My psyche got to explore some out-of-the-ordinary sensory sensations, and I feel renewed because of that.

    Look, I know we can’t always run off to Tahoe, or some other vacation spot for a week at a time.   But we all live around nature in some form or fashion and there are corners of it we spend little time around or have left unexplored altogether.    Maybe this week find a hike you have been meaning to check out and do it.    Or a beach you drive by and long to pay a visit.   How about a patio spot for lunch, or a coffee shop that seems so quaint as you quickly grab your latte to go?   Can you carve out a couple of hours this week to explore one of them.    We’re looking for a tiny detour off the beaten path here.  A simple change of scenery.

     

    I know what you’re thinking.   You have too much on your plate.   You have to too much to get done.  Here’s the deal though:   If you don’t take the time to reset the machinery now and then, your efficiency suffers.   And sometimes the best use of your time, is to take a little of it for yourself.    It’s good to work hard, play hard.  But try turning it around.    Try a little easy play and my hunch is the work gets a little easier too.

     

    “Not all those who wander are lost.’  J.R.R. Tolkien 

     

  • August 10, 2017

    Test flights

    There is something magical happening right now on the central coast.   I’m talking about the show Mother Nature is putting on via the pelicans that are hanging out along our coastline.

    Over the years I have observed they arrive right around tax time…a beautiful sign that summer is just around the corner.   They seem to me like old friends who come to visit for summer fun, and they spark in me a sense of play.   If there is activity at sea, they will be out.  If there is a gathering for sunset, they seem to enjoy a pass or two to check out the action.   And if they whales are migrating, they will seize the opportunity for a little feeding frenzy.

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    While there is little information out there about baby pelicans in training, the past few years I have noticed August seems to be a great month to catch the antics.    The first time I noticed it was in San Simeon. when I was watching a flock of pelicans apparently enjoying an evening feast just offshore.  I thought the anchovies must be running or something to prompt the activity, not only by pelicans, but seagulls as well.   Upon closer inspection, however, I noticed it wasn’t seagulls mixed in with the big-billed pelicans, but young pelicans.   Furthermore, it didn’t appear any of the larger birds where actually catching anything, but training their young-in’s how to feed.

    I was mesmerized.   The larger birds would fly a pattern and all the little ones would soon follow.  But instead of hitting the water at full speed, they would begin their descent, then kind of panic just as the surface grew close, throw out their brakes (wings) and paddle their feet as if to say “Whoa, whoa, WHOOOOAAA!   Could I be seeing what I thought?   Was I watching a pelican training school?  It was so adorable and amusing.

    According to Boston University, while birds are born with the instinct to fly, they need a little help honing their skills.    Just as humans are born with the instinct to walk, parents help toddlers along, often with one parent holding the child and encouraging them to step forward while another parent stands a short distance away with their arms open ready to reward them and offer a sense of safety.

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    “Similar to humans, birds are born with this same instinct, mainly for the action of flight. No bird is born with the ability to fly because it takes practice.   Rather birds are trained by their parents through the power of reinforcement.”  -Nature VS Nurture/How do birds learn how to fly-Boston University

    So this practice is happening right now off beaches and bluffs up and down the central coast.   Look closely…those smaller birds flying along side the larger pelicans are not likely seagulls.    Watch as they practice flying in formation, cruising coastal wind patterns and diving for food.   It’s quite entertaining and frankly can trap me for hours as easily as Facebook or a good Netflix series.

    I’m no expert in on birds.   This is by observation only and some very crude research on-line, so I welcome anyone to offer up anything more they know about it.  All I know is it’s magical.

    So find some time one late afternoon or evening and park yourself wherever you see Pelicans gather.   (Although I’ve seen them do it at all times of day, it does seem they come out to “play” as the sun starts to sink into the afternoon sky.)   I suggest the marina in Santa Barbara, Pismo Beach, Dinasour Caves Park, Avila Beach/Port San Luis, Morro Bay, Cayucos, or San Simeon.   All work.   Then get ready to watch the show.

  • July 6, 2017

    Shred the Gnar

    I keep being reminded to play like a kid. A couple of vivid examples happened in just the last week.

    Gordon, my fiancé, and I love boating up in Lake Tahoe. The first summer after I left KSBY we spent most of our summer days floating on the crystal clear blue of that beautiful body of water. He was recovering from surgery and I was recovering from my latest stint in television news. This summer we are both working more, have our condo up there rented out much more, and are both wondering whether taking the boat out of storage and docking it for the season makes sense. We have been dealing with a bit of option paralysis.

    Last week we were still debating whether to head north and get the “job” done. Gordon called Leon, the free-spirited owner of the boat storage facility who he had talked to several times already that week to say he had changed his mind again. We would wait until after the 4th of July weekend. Here’s how the conversation went from there.

    Leon: “Dude, too late. I already pulled your boat down, got the guys working on it right now. Time to Shred the Gnar Dude.”

    Gordon; “What is Shred the Gnar?”

    Leon: “Dude, are you that old? It’s 4th of July weekend. You know, get out there and get to it. Break some shit.”

    Gordon asked how soon I could be ready and said we were heading north.

    “It’s time to Shred the Gnar.” He told me.

    After a quick inquiry from me, followed by a google search, I learned “Shred the Gnar” has to do with extreme sports…snowboarding, skateboarding, surfing or skiing but to me it’s a fun new commandment to quit taking life so seriously and seize the day. It’s become my new favorite saying for the summer.

    http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=shred%20the%20gnar&defid=6348075

    https://www.quora.com/What-does-shred-some-gnar-mean

    We were back in Shell Beach for the actual 4th where for some reason we tend to steer clear of the crowds and craziness and watch the fireworks from a friends house. But this year, we opted to get on our bikes and ride right down into the chaos. Gordon, his son, a couple of friends and I ended dancing our way down to waters edge, lying on our backs with the fireworks exploding right over us. I mean you felt each explosion and it was fantastic! Not quite tearing down a powder-covered mountain, but Shredding the Gnar in our own middle-aged way.

    I got to thinking about how easy it can be to take the easy path to summer and life in general. It takes a little extra coordination to load bikes, boats, or toys of any kind and actually use them to PLAY (you know, like you did as kids) but it’s so worth it.

    As we were riding home (must faster than cars caught in traffic) and my legs and lungs were burning heading up the hill out of Pismo Beach I got to thinking. How many 4th of July celebrations have I missed because I was reading the late news. I remembered how for the last couple we weren’t sure Gordon would even be able to ride like this again. I was overcome with such a sense of gratefulness we made the effort. And a commitment to continue playing like a child as often as possible. Life is short, unpredictable and far too serious for too often.

    So Shred the Gnar Baby!