On a stinkin' hot day at Spanish Banks a great way to go completely super nova is to try and find a parking spot. Â So on those sort of days, my secret parking spot is at the end of Blanca street. Â There's a trail from there that leads right down to the beach. Â Â Now having people park in your neighbourhood isn't always that cool, I know, you should see my hood come PNE time, but hey...when life gives you lemons....I charge $20/d, $27 with a pancake breakfast.
On my last trip I noticed these two enterprising young men had set up a lemonade stand right at the beginning of the trail. Â Hmm....I guess my spot isn't so secret after all, but it just got a whole lot better.
adventures in parking bonus story......
So this one day I'm late for low tide, which for most people it means nothing, but for a skimmer like me, it sucks. Â Not only do you miss the best conditions, but all your skim bros give you a hard time for not being able to read a tidal chart. Â I knew the parking lot would be a zoo because it was really nice, so I parked up on Blanca.
I get out of the car, grab my stuff and just start running, I'm a bit stressed because I'm late, but at the same time, stoked to be out, it was a wonderful day, so I'm smiling. Â Runnin' and smilin'....Maybe smiling a bit too much as I pass this elderly lady wearing one saggy one piece.
"Excuse me?" She asked.
Aw man....what do you do though....
"Can you help me?"
I start walking towards her to see what she needs help with, probably directions, you know how old people can get so confused. Â Nope. Â She's got a bottle of suntan lotion in her hand. Â As a dude...I know the play, but how to defend? Â I was dumfounded, probably still smiling as she grabbed my wrist squeezing a giant mound of suntan lotion into my hand. Â At this point, I didn't need direction, like I said...I know the play....but still...she had to say it.....
"My back....rub it in good..."
And I tried, but she had put so much in my hand, her back looked like a finger painting. Â I had no idea what to do with the excess, and I feared she might ask for more areas other than her back to be oiled up, so as gross as it sounds, I started putting it on myself.
"Oh how rude of me....let me..."
Yep....she was on me...first my neck...then some real strong kneading of my shoulders. Â It wasn't bad, but it sure was wrong, so I felt it was time to get the hell out of there.
'Whoah....whoah....OK...I gotta go...", I said.
"Suit yourself!"
I started breaking into my familiar jog, when I looked back just to see if what happened...really did. Â I saw the old lady and noticed she was walking in the opposite direction.
"Hey the beach is that way!" I yelled....
"Oh...I know...."
