The Doldrums.

All in a hot and copper sky,
The bloody Sun, at noon,
' Right up above the mast did stand,
No bigger than the Moon.

Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, no breath no motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.

-Samuel Taylor Coleridge,

Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner

Any surfer, sailor, or person who enjoys activities on the water has or will experience the phenomena known as the doldrums.  For us, that time is now.  The last week or so has yeilded absolutely no swell,  I mean NADA!  Neptune must have gone on a sabbatical or something.  And with no swell on the forecast for at least 8 more days, this phenomena is starting to play tricks with our minds.

We wake up every morning, before dawn with the promise of a new day and waves.  And we are crushed every time when we visit our favourite surf spots only to find them looking like Cameron Lake!

One of our crew, Billy, has reached his breaking point and has fled the coastal paradise for the promise of mystical adventures filled with peyote, dog fights, low riders, and whatever else Guadalajara can throw at him.

The rest of us are preparing a blood sacrifice, hopefully to appease the god of the ocean and get his lazy ass back to work!

In other news, my family flew in the other day and we've had an awesome first couple days together.  Yesterday we caught about 150lbs of fish on a very exciting deep sea fish trip.

Louis has also joined our crew and is currently renting the penthouse suite of Stella Regencies.