**Results are posted here

Yesterday I swam my third Santa Cruz Rough Water Swim and I still totally dig the race. It’s a fun easy to navigate course with a ton of other people. It’s still reasonably low pressure and they give you a lot of space at the start to spread out if you don’t want to be fully in the mix at the beginning. Hopefully I can keep the streak alive next year and do swim #4!

I started my day at 6am in the truck. I drove up from Pismo in the morning and it took me about three hours to touch down in Santa Cruz. I was about half an hour too early for check in so I wandered around a little bit to get a feel for how the course was looking. The water was pretty calm but there were some small but heavy waves breaking right at the shore that were plenty capable of taking your feet right out from under you. After a little while a line started forming over by the check in area so I made my way over there to wait. While in line my buddy El Sharko came by to say hi and contemplate whether we could get a refund on the roughwater since it wasn’t actually rough :) Once the gates opened I got through pretty quick. Got my number drawn on me, picked up my race sweatshirt (yeah!), and got my timing chip and cap.

Not too long after I spotted Sylvia who I didn’t even know was coming and then Niel popped up maybe 10 minutes later. It was very cool to have an Avila Dolphins contingent at the race!

Before the race got going Sylvia and I both made our way into the water to see what we were dealing with. The official race temp was 58 but my human thermometer disagreed. It felt more 56-57 to me and I found out later that the surf report had it listed as 55-57 that morning. Regardless it was pretty brisk. I took my time getting in then swam out about 25m and just floated. I swam in to talk to my friend Jody who was doing the same thing before getting into her race suit. On my way out of the water I chatted with Sylvia a little bit and then ran into my buddy Walt who I haven’t seen in a pretty long time.

Back on the beach I dried off and waited for the race instructions which are followed by the march to the start line. I always wonder what people not involved with the swim think about that procession down the beach. Hundreds of people in caps, goggles and swimsuits emerging from under the wharf and walking towards the boardwalk.

At the start line I took a moment to hop back in the water to get that feel on me again, and then got up in line. I chatted with some Creeker friends and then Niel who would be in the wave behind me. Although we all knew the signals for the start of the race I think a lot of us weren’t paying good enough attention to the flags on the lifeguard boat that marked the start. People started to rush towards the water and then other 70% of us had the epiphany that, hey maybe we should go swimming too :)

Despite there being a lot of people in the race I didn’t have too much contact with other swimmers on the way out. I worked my way through a few folks and then fell in behind a guy about my speed that I couldn’t get around. Instead I took the draft for a bit and was joined a few minutes later by a girl who wanted in on that action as well. The three of us adjusted to this guy pulling up front and the other two of us on either side just behind him. Maybe 3/4 of the way down the pier he gassed out a little and we shot past him. Good ride while it lasted, thank you kind stranger :) Oddly this was the same spot that the temps perked up a bit. I’d believe that this warm spot was 58ish, but the rest of the swim, not so much. Soon I had a new dude swoop in from my left side and park in front of me as a draftee replacement but the speeds didn’t mesh well. I kept hitting his feet and I hate to do that to people. Our lines ended up diverging anyways. He gunned for the pier and I hung a little further out. On this race I don’t like to hang too close to the wharf itself for 2 reasons… 1 it’s not necessarily the shortest route because it bends, 2 fisherman. The good news is that this year they said there were people patrolling the wharf and making the fisherman stop for the race and if they didn’t a lifeguard could zoom by on a paddle board or jetski and just straight cut their lines so nobody got hooked. I’m a fan of this concept!

On the last chunk of the left side of the wharf I settled into a pocket that was pretty much just me by myself. I rounded the tip between the pilings and a guard on a paddleboard. I could hear the sea lions barking in between breaths, luckily I didn’t smell them this year! On the other side of the pier I swang a little wide because of the bend in the pier. I wanted to aim straight for the finish instead of following the line of the pier. By the looks of my GPS I think I did a pretty decent job. I could always see arms and caps to my right but never anybody to my left.

As I neared the beach I saw a couple green caps start to catch me, crap. The 40 and overs were in green and my goal was to not get caught. They got me just barely. The lead pack swarmed up on me and I think that I was the last swimmer they caught… damn. I felt pretty suave about only finishing a second behind my friend Jody, it’s just best we ignore the part where she started 5 minutes after me… haha.

Post swim I was de-timing-chipped and went to dry off. I talked with a few people on the beach and then went in search of Niel’s wife, Kris. She was on the beach with her camera waiting for him to cross the finish (she took all the pictures in this post btw, thank you!!!). He came out pretty cold so she went to go check on him and left me with the camera to catch Sylvia’s finish. While waiting I saw a lot of busy lifeguards helping people out of the water and a lot of faceplants. The surge right there at the water’s edge was tricky and it rushed out strongly at your feet making it really hard to get a foot down and walk out successfully. Sylvia finished like a champ brushing off the lifeguard to finish with out help.

Our Avila crew regrouped on the beach to rehash the race and debate the water temps a bit as open water swimmers are prone to do… we also discussed post race nutrition, as open water swimmers are also prone to do :) I was going with Korean food in Marina and Niel was off for Mexican in Monterey, I’m not sure what Sylvia went in search of.

All told really fun swim. Solidly run as always. It would have been nice if the sun had come out for it, but it’s always a little foggy up there in the morning so I guess you can’t really complain. I’m looking forward to coming back next year and hopefully I can sneak in a few bonus Santa Cruz swims in between!

Sometimes I’m an exciting guy, haha. Yesterday I went to the beach in hopes of catching some sun and a few waves but only one of the two showed up. Since there was nothing to surf on I ended up taking a pretty glorious beach nap. When I fell asleep there were a handful of people on the sand and it was fairly overcast. When I woke up there were like 200 more people and lots more sunshine… still no waves though. Once I had my fill of the beach I took off on the rest of my day and spent a few hours working on a picture project that I think might be pretty cool… I’ll let you guys know in a couple weeks when I have the finished product in hand :)

Today started pretty similarly… overcast with no waves. I got to the beach early enough that I got a really good parking spot right in front of the beach, score! Since I had a lot of time I walked over to the Custom House for some breakfast out on the patio looking over the ocean. I kept trying to will bigger waves with my mind so that I’d have something to play on later but it didn’t work, damn.

When I worked my way back down to the sand Sylvia was already there and getting set up for the day. We had a few others join us soon after. I laid out a towel and laid down with my hat over my face to sneak in a cat nap. I was awoken to an announcement of 60 degree water! Whoo!

Ultimately we had 9 swimmers get in the water and 4 different swims going on. 3 started early and swam the buoy line, Niel did the buoy line by himself sans wetsuit in preparation for Santa Cruz next week, 3 swimmers did the classic triangle, and then Duke and I did a double triangle swim good for probably about 2800-3000meters.

Although the water was extremely calm in the morning there was a chop building that was blowing right to left across the beach. By the time we got in and started swimming it had developed to something a little difficult to swim in but not too crazy. The one thing we all seemed to agree on while getting in was that it wasn’t 60 degrees. Niel must have lucked out and found a patch of that warm water that flows in from the creek when he dropped his thermometer from the pier. If I had to guess I’d say it was more like 57 in most spots. I felt good out in the water today but was dragging a bit. Chad and Duke managed to pull out a good distance in front of me on all legs. I sorta just found a rhythm and stuck with it even though it wasn’t all that fast.

Once we’d gone all the way around to the buoy nearest the other side of pier we lost 3 from our group leaving just Duke and I to swim back the way we came. Since it was just the two of us we cut out some of the stops in favor of just swimming through turns. We took a quick break at the tip of the pier and then again at the last buoy before swimming in. It was a solid swim all the way around and probably 2800-3000m, I didn’t have my gps with me today so my best guess is the best I have to work with on that one.

After our swim it was back to the beach and time to lay out on my towel again. There’s something extra nice about napping on the beach :) I should be back out in the ocean tomorrow for a private swim session and then some boogie Monday action assuming the water actually has waves in it…

Wednesday night I got in a quick swim with Ryan. Normally Niel would be there but he had work stuff to attend to. Ryan is fresh off of a half ironman so we decided to just take it easy and cruise the triangle route and call it a day.

The water was probably 57-58 based on my human thermometer and what the nearest buoy was reading. Normally pretty warm for me but I had a bit of a chill getting in. I think it was the mean crosswind we had blowing. It was going left to right parallel to the beach. While I was half in I felt pretty cold but once I finally just tossed myself through a wave and started swimming I snapped out of it and warmed right up.

We made a quick stop at the first buoy and then swam headlong into the chop to the end of the buoy line. It was a really tightly spaced and persistent chop which made it a little hard to deal with. Luckily once we rounded the buoy it got a lot easier to cut through at our new angle. We made a stop at the tip of the pier to regroup and there was a dude up there fishing off the corner with a line pulled way out by the current. Ryan asked if he’d been catching anything and the guy said he reeled in a big bat ray the day before… I couldn’t tell if he said 18 pound or 80 pound ray though… both are impressive but one is a lot more intimidating than the other! It gives me one more creature to think I’m seeing in the murky water underneath me when I’m swimming :)

When we started back up we swam in between the pier and this guy’s line since it was so far out. As we neared the creek buoy there was a major bump in water temperature. Like a 7 or 8 degree jump, it was pretty crazy. It felt good but we were definitely suspicious… random hot water in the ocean can’t be a good thing right? The warmth lasted all the way to the buoy and then down to the next one on the way back towards the pier. And then as quick as it came into our lives, boom! Cold water! That was a shock to drop so much all at once. It took me a minute or two to reprocess the cold and get my body back on track.

I finished up my swim with one of the best bodysurfing waves I’ve ridden in a while. There were 4 other people lined up with boogie boards that were working on catching this wave, I rode it in further than any of them and I was the only one with no board :)

Tonight I was planning to follow up Wednesday’s swim with a nice dip in the lake but we found signs like this that discouraged that idea:

Jason and I knew that there’d been some icky algae bloom type activity out there but wanted to see for ourselves what was going on and if it was getting better. First we stopped at our regular beach and it was hard to tell what was up because the wind was blowing real hard and the surface was choppy and covered in white caps. We drove around to the wind surf cove to look there and it was way more obvious how much the muck had overpowered the lake. It was green and cloudy under the surface and it didn’t smell so great either. We decided to call it a day and drive back to town. Hopefully this algae thing subsides shortly, I’d like my alternate swim spot back!

no on topic pictures today so here’s something totally random :) source: break.com

Today was my first trip to the pool this month! All my swimming so far has been open water swimming and well… I’m totally ok with that :) It was good to go see my Santa Maria pool friends though. The bad news was the pool was packed. People everywhere and major lane encroachment was in effect. Typically we can hold about 3 lanes at a minimum for our group but these summer only types didn’t get our subtle putting all our stuff down hints. Ultimately Kelly and Patty split two different lanes with strangers and then Mike, Chad, Duke, Dani and I all squeezed down into one lane for our workout. It was quite the travesty, and I may be a little spoiled haha

None of us is particularly used to circling so it was a little messy… there were some bumps and goosings during the first 1000 yards while we were getting our act together. Mike made up a workout with short pieces to account for our “predicament” since we were running people of majorly different speeds inside one lane.

200 swim
200 kick
200 swim

6 x 75 @ 1:30 odds fly/back/breast, evens free

10 x 50 @ 1:00 kick

Repeat x 4
50 fast @ 1:00
75 cruise @ 1:30

2050 yards total

After about 30 minutes the lanes started to thin out a bit and we got to spread back out. I jumped in Patty’s lane and we split for the rest of the workout. We didn’t go super far today but it felt good to cruise in a controlled environment and swim some strokes other than freestyle for a minute. I should be back in the pool on Thursday for some more of this… although I hear the surf will be up that day… hmmmm :)

Monday night I went out for my usual boogie board adventure. I think I’m officially retiring from regular surfing, it doesn’t jive well with my bad back/hips/knees/ankles that also get in the way of me doing terrestrial sports like running. And I mean really, what’s better than sports where you get to lay down? Swimming, bodysurfing, boogie boarding are all super fun and you don’t even have to stand up :)

Dani came out to the beach as well but couldn’t get in because she had the not fun kind of massage where they beat the hell out of you. Instead she waded in thigh deep and observed me rip up some monster foot tall waves, whooo! I would have liked some bigger waves but it’s still fun to mess around on the little stuff.

I was trying out some new fins and I have mixed feelings so far. The Laguna Surf Fins are really comfy compared to my duckfeet and I like that the strap is adjustable. The power transfer felt a little wonky with the soft foot pockets, I got plenty of propulsion though. The one upside I was anticipating from these fins was not destroying my feet (they are such a mess already) but I didn’t quite make it out unscathed. When I got out I took my fins off I was bleeding pretty well on my left foot. In fairness to the fins I think a rock got in there or something and got pressed through the skin by the pressure of my kicking. Whoops. I think I need to start just wrapping my chafe points in duct tape like I’ve read some people do… that might save my feet some of this trauma… I have holes and scars all over the place right now, it’s not sexy.

After the Santa Barbara 6 miler I ended up taking a week off of swimming. It wasn’t completely planned, I probably needed it though… nothing wrong with regrouping occasionally right? Although it was a “break” I was in and on the ocean plenty. There was a lot of bodyboarding in there, I just didn’t officially swim.

Anyways, my first swim back was a fun one in Avila on Sunday. We had great weather, calm water, and a group big enough that we split it in half to do 2 different swims! Niel had an idea for a new route that we’ve never attempted before. We’d go to the tip of the pier, over to the 3rd cross brace on the Poly Pier (we typically don’t venture past #2), down the Poly Pier to the 2nd cross brace, and then back towards town and where we started.

Randomly we separated into a guys’ swim and a girls’ swim. The ladies did more of a pier and buoy line type adventure while us guys took off to the Poly Pier. We all got in together and it was a little cold, Niel had measured 56. I had a hard time convincing myself to get all the way wet but a short set of larger waves helped make that decision for me.

I felt a little rusty on the swim down the pier. I was swimming fine but I wasn’t really all there just yet, I could tell it was going to take a while for me to get into gear on this one. By the time we got to the tip of the pier what fog there had been in Avila was officially gone and we had clear blue beautiful skies. Once our last swimmer caught up with set sights on the Poly Pier.

At the beginning of our longest leg of the swim I took the liberty of drafting for a little bit at the beginning before just settling into my own rhythm and picking my own line. The water temps were a little patchy out there and I found some colder spots on the way. Out at the pier those of us that got there first spent some time talking and I think I’ve come up with a fun out of the ordinary swim for August… still deciding how to go about that though…

On the way down to the next set of cross braces Niel decided that he wanted to swim under the pier since the pilings are set in such a way that you can do that pretty easily without hitting anything. I didn’t want to join him, but I was curious as to what it was like in there. He said the pier made it look like the ocean was curving down and away from him, pretty cool right?

We couldn’t see the buoy line in the glare so we just aimed back for about where it might be. We ended up hitting it at the 2nd bouy and ran into Sylvia and Yvonne right there who were in the midst of their own adventure. We all joined forces to swim the rest of the way to the pier, under it and then back to the beach where we started. On this last part is where I finally started to swim a little faster… naturally :) I bodysurfed a pretty sweet wave in and then dried off and changed pretty quick. There was a free concert across the street at the Golf Resort. It was a pretty good time… lots of sun, booze, fancy popsicles, good company and decent music… hopefully there’s more of these on their schedule!

I went on a little Stand Up Paddleboard adventure on Saturday with my friend Dani that didn’t involve a whole lot of standing up. I got to Morro Bay early to cruise the embarcadero and poke around through the shops a bit. I saw some big orange jellyfish from the shore and the usual birds and sea lions messing around in the water.

Around 1pm I met up with Dani over at Central Coast Stand Up to see Matt and rent some boards. We were a little concerned with the weather because the wind was building and we didn’t want to get stuck anywhere or accidentally make this a paddle and swim adventure. Matt suggested that we paddle across the bay to the sand spit and then follow that out towards where the rock is before swinging back to the other side of the bay and letting the wind push us home.

We got some boards down in the water and pushed Dani off first. There was a good amount of wind and chop coming but she was holding together well. I followed soon after but paddled on my knees while I felt out the balance thing. I do poorly in the wind since I’m such a big target, plus I was having a bad back day and my balance was a little suspect. I ended up staying on my knees almost the whole time.

The paddle over to the sand spit wasn’t easy but it wasn’t too bad. I got there a little before Dani probably because I was catching less wind. When we hit the really shallow water we turned and paddled head on into the wind. It took some doing! After a while I tried to stand up but was super shaky. My leg muscles were all twitchy from being down in an odd position that whole time and kept shaking. I was having a hard time controlling myself so I gave it up and got back down and paddled from my knees again.

Eventually we got to a point where we were just getting tossed around too much and decided to turn and paddle back towards town. The chop was coming right at us on the left side and made for a challenging paddle. When we hit town again we were hoping for a nice easy downwind paddle but that really wasn’t the case. The wind was being counteracted by the outgoing tide and we still had to fight it the rest of the way back. I definitely got a workout! Just before we landed at the dock Matt was taking off with two other renters to give them a little instruction. So Dani and I just hung out with our feet in the water shooting the breeze until he circled back around.

On the way home I stopped in SLO and sifted through the fin selections at a few of the surf shops. Most of them didn’t have much and you really had to go searching to find them. Eventually I found something new and interesting to try out at Moondoggies. I bought some Laguna Surf Fins for bodyboarding and bodysurfing. They have a fairly rigid blade but a neoprene and cloth foot pocket for comfort. As someone with really chewed up feet from my duckfeet fins I’m very intrigued by this and curious if the softer foot pocket is going to cause any power loss or odd feelings while kicking… we’ll see Monday night when I get them wet for the first time!

Yesterday I made my way south to Santa Barbara for a fun little marathon swim adventure. Despite it only being 90 minutes away this was my first time swimming the Semana Nautica 6 Miler. This swim is a great point to point from Goleta to Santa Barbara with a set of rules I can really get behind: “As in the tradition of open water swimming, the use of wet-suits or other non-porous attire, kickboards, gold chains, booties, paddles, swim buoys, body suits, triathlon suits, fins, gloves, or other wimpy contraband will not be allowed. No exceptions!!” I really dug this event, it was a real deal ocean swim with plenty of rough water, rad swimmers, and interesting sea life spectators floating by in the current. Jane and her crew did a really great job making this an exciting race that was fun to be at, it had a really cool vibe and a return trip is definitely on my list of things to do!

Although this was a solo swim for me it was really a team event. My swim and surf buddy Danilu came along to be my paddler. We started our adventure entirely too early with her coming to my place at 5:45am. We loaded her kayak up on my truck’s rack and started our 90 minute drive down to Santa Barbara. Dani is an Ironman Triathlete and Ultra Marathoner so even though endurance events are old hat to her the world of marathon swimming isn’t something she’s seen up close and personal. On the ride to Goleta she asked some questions about how things would go down and how being a paddler for me would work out. My plan was to keep her on my right side and to feed every 25 minutes, I’m pretty low maintenance.

Down in Goleta Jane, the race director, spotted me right away and came to say hi. We’d actually never met in person before but have lots of friends in common. It was nice to finally put a face to the name, especially since we all live so relatively close together. Shortly thereafter a bunch of my friends started showing up. We had my local swim buddy Dave VM, my Swim22 swimmer Chris Dahowski, my Laguna Beach favorite Lynn Kubasek, my buddy Bill Ireland who was profiled on the site last June, and plenty of other familiar faces like 4 of the guys from the Ventura Deep Six relay and various folks I’ve seen around at different SPMA open water races.

Since the swim is a point to point endeavor you need to plan ahead a bit for kayak and person transport. I called Dave VM last week about it and we teamed up to get it taken care of. Dave, Phil (Dave’s paddler), Chris D., and I all drove down to Arroyo Burro beach in separate cars to drop off our kayak/paddleboard transporting vehicles and then we all jumped into Dave’s Camry to ride back to Goleta Beach for the race start. I’m really glad we figured this out in advance or else it definitely would have stressed me out pre-race.

Once we got back I changed into my suit, used some of that Foggle stuff to clear up my goggles since I didn’t get a chance to go buy a fresh pair, and worked on getting my feeds loaded into the kayak. While Jane was giving her race briefing I worked on lubing up a bit… hooray Bag Balm :)

Post briefing it was time to get the kayakers and paddleboarders squared away and in the water. I walked the boat down to the water’s edge with Dani and got her moving out towards flatter water. Obviously this is when a little set of waves got going… haha, oh noes! Other kayakers were taking quick swims and flipping boats over but she made it out like a champ as I yelled out marginally helpful advice as waves advanced on her “don’t stop dude! paddle paddle paddle!!!”

As 9am drew near, Jane drew a line in the sand for the start. All the swimmers massed up behind the line and chattered a little bit until Jane started us and we ran off into the ocean. Well I sauntered at best… no need to run when I have a 6 mile swim to contend with :) The water was really comfortable, about 65-66 and acclimatization was pretty much immediate. I caught a tiny wave just right on the way out and it pushed a bunch of water under my cap and made it start rolling up… crap… by the end of the pier I was so frustrated with it I just took it off and gave it to Dani to toss in the mesh bag with all my feeds. Luckily I sunscreened my dome pre race, but I definitely came home with some goggle tan lines on the back of my bald head.

Once I ditched my cap I worked on settling into a comfortable rhythm. I’d taken off a bit fast since I was in a pack of people, but now that things were spreading out I could start to do my own thing. I had one guy in my general area that was a little bit faster than me. I turned it up for a bit to try and pull a draft for a while. It took some doing but I caught him and managed to get in position. Only problem was his line was all over the place and it wasn’t worth chasing if I was going to have to zig zag to get there. I broke it off and focused back on just keeping Dani on my right side.

After we got out of the start phase the first hour was pretty uneventful from a swim perspective, but the water was really rocking and I was worried about Dani up there in the kayak. She was getting tossed all over the place but holding it together really well… it’s a good thing we practiced this on a choppy day in the lake! She said if she stopped paddling at all the ocean would just turn her in a circle back towards Goleta. During some of my feeds she told me that other kayakers she could see from her vantage point had taken tumbles into the sea! That was a pretty good confirmation of the seriousness of the conditions for me… it was as big as I thought. Checking back later at the nearest buoy on the NOAA site the swells were probably 3-5 feet and marcated as very steep. I would almost liken it to a salty water escalator. The swell was really angular… it’s hard to explain if you weren’t right there I guess.


Lynn Kubasek mid swim!

While cruising along I ran into all kinds of free floating kelp and sea grass which was a little disconcerting at first. I was having mini Monterey flashbacks and waiting for something to sting me. Luckily there were no jellyfish out there… just an increasing amount of kelp that all happened to be flowing back towards Goleta Beach… thanks to my kelpy friends for a confirmation of a current. I even saw some little blue fishes which was cool, I never see fish in the ocean. These guys came by in small schools and were probably 6-9 inches long and within about 5 or 6 feet of me. I was pretty geeked out on that and then probably one of my raddest ocean creature encounters ever… a juvenile Mola Mola swam right past my head! Those guys can get huge, like thousands of pounds, but this was just a little guy… maybe 12 to 18 inches long right now. A Mola Mola if you’re not familiar is also called an ocean sunfish and is pretty much the ugliest fish you’ll ever have the pleasure of meeting and one of my favorites to watch swim around at the Monterey Bay Aquarium, you can read up on them here. I got an up close side view, but from above Dani had no idea what the hell just floated by. She thought it was a decapitated chunk of something or a piece of whale a shark bit off and spit out into the current. I told her it was a Mola Mola and she just looked at me like I was making up words in the middle of the ocean now, haha… we Googled it on the way home for verification that I wasn’t full of shit :)


not a pic of my Mola Mola, just one for reference :)

My one disappointment on this swim was that all the interesting stuff above the water to look at was on my left side and I don’t really breathe over there so often. The middle of the swim course took us past all kinds of cliffs and Hope Ranch which is home to some ridiculously expensive houses. I saw some of them but not too much… I wish I had a working waterproof camera right now! Hopefully I can borrow some pics from a few friends this week to fill out the view for you guys!

As we neared about mile 4 I started to see other swimmers again and it lit a little bit of a fire under my ass to pick it up and catch up. Apparently it takes 4 miles for me to warm up now? Catching up turned into passing, and eventually I went into full on beast mode and jammed through 5 or 6 swimmers in the space of about a mile. That was huge for me motivationally and you can see it in my kilometer splits from my GPS. I went 17, 21, 23, 23, 25, 22, 20, 17, 17 plus a little extra for the last partial km. To add some bonus context to the back half of that swim, it got substantially more kelptastic and I was doing a lot of kelp krawling. That might have been part of my advantage over the other swimmers right there, I go play in Pacific Grove with the Kelp Krawlers and have gotten pretty good at swimming over kelp that’s almost thick enough to practically stand on!

The last couple miles I really tried to hold a strong pace and keep distancing myself from other swimmers as I neared the finish. Normally I’m not that competitive in ocean races, I’m just out for fun, but I got a flare of competitiveness on this one. It’s not like I was battling for a top spot or anything, I finished somewhere in the middle overall, but all of a sudden I just really wanted to beat whoever I could actually see. While we were going about this I had to move on the other side of Dani’s kayak because the swell was tossing the back end of her boat right at my head and we couldn’t separate ourselves from each other enough to ensure I wasn’t going to get a love tap from that fin on the bottom of the boat. It took a little adjusting to sight off of her on that side, instead of staying at my side she shifted forward far enough that I could see her while sighting forward like I usually would on an unescorted swim.

A dude on an SUP let us know that we were within a mile of the finish and I kept my foot on the gas. Only problem was the kelp just got thicker and thicker. I hit a patch that was most definitely the densest patch of kelp I’ve ever traversed in my life, but I wasn’t going to be deterred. We took one last feed and I finally saw the buoy that marked the turn to the beach, awesome!

After rounding the buoy I finally had the swell at my back instead of pumping over my right side, it was nice to get some assistance for a change! Once we got into the surf zone Dani peeled off and looked for an opportunity to land the kayak and I started to work my way through the waves as well. In the pre race briefing Jane had warned of rocks below the surface at the finish so I definitely didn’t want to body surf in. I let a few waves pass over me and then put a foot down when I thought it was shallow enough. Good news is I was partially correct, bad news is that next step was a doozy! I stepped right into a rocky hole and took a chunk out of one of my toes… ouch! Oh well… at least I was done! I stumbled out of the surf and up on to the beach towards the flags that marked our finish. I got a big hug from Jane and worked my way back through the crowd of smiling swimmers, paddlers and spectators in search of Dani to go say thank you for being such an allstar paddler on my little adventure. She was very excited that she landed the boat without flipping it like a lot of other people had and at some point she managed to reunite me with my towel.

After drying off and putting pants on I went to the truck to get her all her stuff and then we went back to the beach to watch the rest of the swimmers finish, rehash the swim with my friends and do awards. Everyone wanted to confirm with each other that the swim was as hard as they thought it was, especially the ones that had done it before in 20-30 minute faster times. Jane went bottom to top through the men and women giving out finisher awards and then special awards for top finishers. I got a rad little mug with humpback whales on it :) Since it’s a fairly small event (32 this year and that’s a big turn out) she also said a few words about everybody which I thought was pretty cool. There were lots of really legit swimmers in the mix and a lot that had deep personal and family histories with this swim. When everything was done I went and said my goodbyes to Jane and then worked on a plan to get the kayak back to the boat. I basically had Dani carry all the loose stuff like mesh bags and paddles and I put the kayak on my head and walked it all the way back to the truck… simple yet effective :)

All told it was a really fun swim, a great course and something I would totally do again in a heartbeat. I really need to visit my neighbors to the south a little more to figure out the Santa Barbara swim landscape and add that to my list of places to drop in when I need a change of scenery.

Wednesday

Been busy busy busy this week between real life and the ocean. I started the week off by taking some days off. After my Monterey excursion I was doing this really cool thing where I hurt on the inside if I took a deep enough breath… not so good. I slacked off until Wednesday morning when I had a personal training session to run.

I got down to the beach early and watched the guards do their workout. They were swimming from the beach to the 1st buoy on the left side of the pier and then back to shore to run around and do some exercises. They did a few rounds of this. The interesting part was they were all wetsuitless for a change. This is the first time I’ve seen them just trunking it in the water. I figured it must be pretty warm and my thermometer confirmed it was 60+. I don’t know what happened that the water temps broke so dramatically out of the low 50′s funk they’ve been in, but I’m not complaining! I’ll take it while I can get it!

When Kurtis got to the beach we got down to business pretty quickly in hopes of beating the 50 or 60 kids from the Junior Guards program into the water. The plan was to swim a backwards triangle. This would be the same general distance as our last swim, but with all new lines and angles to make it harder and more interesting for him.

The water that morning was amazing. Warm, mirror flat and even clear below the surface. It was a very weird swim, but in the best possible way. We rounded the buoys and the pier easily and he’s looking really good. We finished with a quick drafting explanation and practice and a little bit of me swimming on top of and in his way to simulate the irritations of a mass start.

From here it was back to work for the rest of the day although I had one more swim on the agenda. I was back at the beach around 5:30 for my regular training swim. We had just 3 of us swimming and everyone that missed it should be mad at themselves because it was great. Niel measured a freakishly hot 67 degrees. Frankly that doesn’t even make sense to me… we never ever get this warm.

Since the water was nice I knew Niel would be down for a longer than usual route. He wanted to take on a triangle but using the point as the far end instead of just the buoys. That gets us closer to 1.5 miles than just 1. I was totally down for that plan and probably could have been talked into even more if somebody brought it up.

We had a really good swim. Only light chop on the water, to the point that it was barely chop. I took it pretty easy since it was swim number two for the day. I was just cruising and trying to focus on my stroke since I wasn’t going to get a pool day this week and you gotta do that stuff somewhere.

Post swim Ryan took off running, Niel moved towards the showers and I had to bounce in a hurry to meet somebody at a different beach. I normally like to linger a little longer, but I was already a little late and I really dislike being less than on time.

Thursday

Normally Thursdays mean a trip to the lake for a fresh water open water swim, but not this time. There’s some sort of algae bloom going on and the water is a little chunky. Not so sexy. We decided to pass and I ended up boogie boarding at Avila with Dani instead. The water was still super nice and we had a really good time. The waves were really spaced out, but every once and a while you’d get a really big one! Part way through I traded her boards to try the one she’s been bringing. It’s pretty nice but small and I was curious how it would do for me. Turns out it rips! Super fast… hmmm… I may need to upgrade my board in the near future now… whoops

Friday

Today turned out pretty fantastic. I started with a little trip to the Chiropractor to get my back, shoulders, and ribs all put back together correctly. I think this is really helping swim with less pain, I’m all about that! From there I spent a couple hours in my regular office and then transitioned to my “other office” aka the ocean.

First up was another swim with Kurtis. Today the plan was to just run him for a full hour with minimal breaks so he could see what that felt like. We started with a straight swim down the pier. We accidentally made some fisherman friends. We didn’t hit any lines but one guy moved his rig as we pulled up. I saw the bobber in motion, looked up at who was doing it and said thank you. He in turn called me an asshole and said we shouldn’t be swimming this far out. Can’t be friends with everybody I guess :)

From the top of the pier we swam the Port side of the triangle and then retraced it back to the top of the pier. We swung incredibly wide on that leg however just to not have another altercation with the fisherpeople. I had a feeling that guy was the kind of dick that would cast hooks at us if we got close enough again. We finished up by swimming the point side of the triangle and then back in. It turned out to be a 2600m swim and a huge jump from his previous biggest open water swim. We’ve got one more session before his Alcatraz crossing next weekend and I think he’s going to do great. He’s calm, strong in the water, and sighting pretty well.

After my swim with Kurtis I called my next appointment to move our venue to the beach. Normally Gary and I swim out at Lake Lopez but again, gross water. Gary was cool with hitting the ocean instead so I just staying in Avila for lunch since driving back to my office would have been a waste of time and gas since I’d only be there for like 15 minutes. While I waited for Gary the weather just got nicer and nicer. You could see the marine layer way off in other areas but we were bright and sunny with tons of people on the beach.

Gary and I have been building up his distances the last couple weeks. We went from 400m to 800m and I wanted to go over 1000m today, he wanted 1500m. We blew both of our goals out of the water today with almost 1800m!

Our swim route was pretty simple. Straight out to the buoy and round and round buoy 1 and 2 on the point side of the pier. Gary put his head down and just got to work. We took very minimal stops and his stroke was looking pretty good. He’s progressed an amazing amount week over week! We still have a lot of time between here and his target race in September so we’re going to get this dude super dialed in before it’s race time, I’m excited!

This weekend I’m off to Santa Barbara for the Semana Nautica 6 mile race. Some of my friends from down south will be trekking up for it and I’m real excited for that! My buddy Dave VM is swimming it too… he also happens to have been on TV talking about his upcoming Lake Tahoe crossing (he’s going the long way)! Check out the segment from KSBY here!


photo by Michael Peck

This past weekend in Monterey was quite the oceanic adventure! This was the Westend Wharf Wine and Swim Club’s second attempt at a Santa Cruz to Monterey relay crossing. The good news is we did 50% better than last time! Bad news is that equates to about half the distance of the bay. We ended up having to shut the show down in the morning when it became apparent that we were going to be out there forever (projected 5-7pm which would be up to 22 hours on the water) and the conditions were going to dramatically deteriorate as the day went on. Anyways now that I’ve given away the ending, here’s how the whole thing went down…

Since our last attempt the SoCal contingent grew by one more swimmer. Bekah & Michael came up to my place from Orange County on Friday to hang out and swim, then we drove up together early on Saturday to beat all the holiday traffic that never materialized. We were due to help James load the boat at the Breakwater Cove Marina in Monterey sometime after 1pm, but since we were early we rerouted to Britannia Arms and met James there for some bangers and mash. This has sort of turned into the official boat loading meal of choice for us.

After eating all the bangers and mash that any one person should eat right before getting on a boat, we went over to the marina to meet the boat captain and get things started. Turns out he was stuck in all the traffic we never found and we ended up just hanging out in the parking lot for a while shooting videos and goofing around. Eventually Raj made it through to the marina and we got down to loading up and organizing the boat for our trip. We had extra people to help this time (Michael and Julian who worked on the boat) which made it all way easier than the last time around.


photo by Michael Peck

Once the boat was loaded up we drove up to Ft. Ord to pick up some of our paddlers and our drivers. It was a funny little deja vu kind of reunion… like hey, didn’t we just do exactly this? :) From here we drove up to the Santa Cruz Harbor to meet the rest of the team and support staff for dinner. We needed to fuel ourselves up while we waited for the boat to get there from Monterey. We had fun talking and messing around at the restaurant but you could tell everybody just wanted to get this thing moving. Especially those of us from the south who had been traveling and loading boats all day. We were tired, running out of steam, and needing a little excitement… if I would have had a booth I probably would have covertly laid down for a restaurant nap.

We moved outside after eating and watched the water for our boat. We were joined by Santa Cruz Masters’ Joel and Marta for a little bit and I got to talk to them about Patti B’s recent solo attempt that was cut short by the jellies. We decided as a team to take the most direct route to Del Monte beach instead of trying to go longer and guess our way around where the jellyfish might be since we were probably going to hit them either way. Raj motored that route on the way up and said it was reasonably clean out there except for miles 3-6 from the Santa Cruz shore.

We got everyone else loaded up on the boat and had James and the Captain brief us on certain things about how the relay was going to go. Swimmer transitions, kayaker swaps, and how to pee off a boat… you know, important stuff :) There was a lot of excitement on the boat since this was already way further than we had gotten the last time we tried this. Back in May all we did was have dinner and go to the wine bar, no one ever even got in the water, so this was major progress! This was I believe the 4th time I’d been on this boat and this was going to be the first time I’d ever been on it while moving!

We motored out of the harbor and drove over to Cowell’s Beach where the locals on the team train and where the annual Santa Cruz Rough Water finishes. Our first swimmer, Carter, was on the boat and we had some debate as to what to do with her so that the swim started from the beach like any good large body of water crossing should. Eventually it was decided we drive in as far as we could, she’d swim in, hit the beach, then turn around and start the official swim. When Carter hit the water she was all smiles thanks to some surprisingly warm 62 degree water! It didn’t last through the swim, but it was nice while we had it!


photo by Michael Peck

I spent a lot of the first hours on the boat sitting outside enjoying the view of the lights of the wharf, boardwalk and rogue fireworks being shot off in town. The weather was nice and the water was rolling a bit but fairly smooth with no wind chop. It seemed like it was going to be pretty smooth sailing and the transition between Carter and Timi was nice and quick.

While waiting for my leg, I was 5th, I helped some folks in and out of kayaks and swimmers from the water. The kayaker exchanges were pretty hairy, that’s not an easy thing to do at sea! While getting ready to help Bekah out of the water James stepped up to the edge to jump in and then made a major tactical error… he stepped onto a metal grated platform behind the boat… right into a hole in it! His whole leg went in and it was pretty scary for a second there. It came out showing no signs of blood, but immediately dipping it in cold salt water will do that for you. Once we were sure he was ok we tossed him in the water to tag out Bekah.


photo by Michael Peck

I left the outside deck of the boat to start to get myself together. I already had suits on but had to bodyglide up, get my gps attached to my goggles, cap up, etc. It was a little bit of a blur, but eventually James was inbound for the boat again and it was my turn to jump in. When I hit the water it caught me off guard a bit as to how cold it was. They never really announced the temperature drops during the evening, just that initial 62… probably smart :) I’d imagine this leg was 58ish and I heard we got down to about 56. With a little cold laugh, a big WHOOOOOA BUDDY, and a quick tag of Mr. Nagamine I was off and swimming our relay from Saturday into Sunday!


photo by Michael Peck

I had Chris, my Kelp Krawler buddy who got me hooked into this swim, paddling on my left and Charlie on my right. It took a little bit to get situated and figure out how to stay between them correctly but I think I settled in pretty well in a short period of time. I asked the guys later and they said I was one of the best at not playing kayak pinball out there. Once I really relaxed I could soak in just how beautiful everything was. Everything was black and the only way you could tell the sky from the water was one had a very extensive carpet of stars and the other was full of phosphorescent bubbles. While swimming I started to play my new least favorite game: Sea Grass or Tentacle? Based on the various raised bumps and rashes I had on the boat later I’m going to say it skewed more towards team tentacle.


photo by Michael Peck

There was quite a bit of roll to the water towards the end of my shift. I was a little worried about getting back on the boat with it pitching and rolling in neutral. After watching other swimmers struggle on the boat I made sure to tell people before I got in the water to have a large guy at the ready to get me out since I’m not a small gentleman myself. I was greeted by Carter who is substantially smaller than me, but luckily I managed to get up and out pretty well. I just took it slow and made sure to plant my feet well between each rung of the ladder before moving to the next one. Carter gave me a quick vinegar spray down in the spots where I was stung by jellies and grabbed me a towel. She was a champ. Swam the most legs and was the total boat mom for everybody.

When I had dried myself off my first order of business was to check my GPS to see how far I had gone out there in the dark. According to my Garmin I crested just over a mile. Not great, but not bad for floating around in the dark with a healthy swell and jellyfish attackers. From there I retreated to the galley and changed under my towel back into some pants and a t shirt. At this point I really needed a nap. I’d been up since 6:30am and was fading fast. The bunks up in the front of the boat were all full so I went back to the galley and slept at the table. Bekah was going with the same approach. We passed in and out on top of boxes of cakes and bananas that no one was eating because they were too busy either sleeping or barfing. Sea sickness was hitting a lot of people pretty hard and the whole eating concept wasn’t real popular.


The time between my galley naps and my next swim leg is all a little fuzzy. I remember waking up intermittently to ask people about their swims or duct tape a glow stick on them… and eventually falling victim to the pitch and roll of the boat. Not too long before I was set to swim again I puked my guts out over the side of the boat… hooray :( I tried to fill it back in with some Gatorade since I hadn’t eaten since dinner but that was a no go. I was pretty legitimately worried about swimming my next leg on empty and wondered if I should hop in with something to drink and eat and feed in the water since I’m more comfortable there. While thinking this all out Bekah was regaling her stories of brutal jellyfish warfare. She said she caught upwards of 7 with her face! Yikes! While I was dozing everyone had been shifting over to wetsuits for their swims because the jellies were thickening up. Me being me I had no back up wetsuit… but I did have a face protecting beard and a rash guard and figured that would have to do.


photo by Michael Peck

As I got set to jump in the sky was just starting to grey up from the impending sunrise. It was still dark, but not black. I’d swam like this once before out in the Catalina Channel. It’s a really interesting time to be in the water. James approached the boat, I checked with Benoit that I was good to jump, and tossed myself in the water. Whooooaaaaaaa cold! I tagged James swam a few strokes and picked my head up to catch my breath. The mix of not really sleeping, never really warming up from my first shift, and all that puking put a major dent in my cold tolerance. I got over it, but man that first couple minutes was not a good time!


photo by Michael Peck

I eventually settled down and started swimming what felt like pretty fast. Especially when I hit jellyfish… that speeds me right up! With the minimal amount of light I could see a little bit of what was going on below me… it was jelly city down there. Luckily most were deep enough that they wouldn’t hit me. Those looked like ghost jellies, grey scaled specters of tentacle-y badness. If one came up on me that had discernible colors on it I knew I was in for it… zap! The rash guard was pretty helpful and the beard kept me from getting stung in the face/neck like Bekah did, but my legs were fair game. I did my best to dodge the jellies I could see but that plan only works so well in the dark when they’re everywhere. I swam over one that was particularly big. I didn’t see it but it felt like a monster and a different type than the typical Pacific Sea Nettle I’m used to. It felt like a huge moon jelly or something like that… all globby but not stingy… and seriously like 3 feet across. I popped my head up in the middle of that spewing surprised obscenities that I’m sure entertained my kayak escorts :)


photo by Michael Peck

While we swam we were chasing the boat. I almost caught it twice before it pulled away again, the third time they let me get back on and swap out with Mark. I went a little further on this leg, 1.35 miles, and felt like we must be making really good progress. I went through the same spray down and towel off process assisted by the smiling and omnipresent Carter and then returned to the galley to find my pants which had turned into Timi’s pillow down in the galley.


I really needed to nap and warm up a bit so I went to check the bunk situation and found and open one all the way at the very tip of the boat, score! I went to grab my parka to use as a blanket but it had been commandeered by one of my friends for the same purpose. I’m generally very warm blooded anyways so I just let it be and hopped up in a bunk and worked on crashing out. The boat was really bouncing around up there, but laying on my back it didn’t seem to bother my stomach too much. I was cold though. I blame my feet. I didn’t have anything sufficiently warm for my feet and it all caught up with me right here. I even shivered a bit which isn’t a normal thing for me. Luckily I did sleep though, it was very overdue.

I awoke a little later to talks of team meetings and possibly pulling the plug on the swim. How’s that for a confusing wake up? I got filled in on the deets while working on climbing outside again to the back of the boat. Apparently in the last 10 hours we’d only gone like half way and the captain was guessing we’d hit land at 5-7pm which would be another 10-12 hours on the water. We were all thoroughly perplexed by our lack of forward progress, and nobody was prepared for that kind of time left to swim. We had a boat full of cold, sick swimmers and paddlers along with big ocean swells and conditions that were due to deteriorate in the not to distant future. We all talked it out on deck and shut down the swim. We agreed that we’d had one hell of an adventure but today was not the day. Timi had been in the water for a little bit and we reeled her back in then the captain motored us home to Monterey.

It was disappointing to not make it, but that’s part of the game when you do big open water adventure swims. I’d venture to say less teams make it than don’t in this particular body of water. On the upside we all gained valuable experience to help make the next attempt that much better and came together well as a team. I really like the Westend Wharf Wine & Swim Club and I am really happy to have been invited to come join their merry band of misfits :) Big thanks to everyone that swam, paddled and supported us! Extra big thank yous to James Nagamine who was really the heart of the whole operation. This dream had been burning in his head for a while and him and his friends went out and did something about it. I think that’s awesome and it motivates me to go out and make some of my crazier ideas come to fruition. A solo Monterey Bay crossing has been on my mind for years now, and this trip has really intensified my desire to get that done… I’m going to try to start saving now for a little excursion next year… in the meantime I wouldn’t be surprised if the W3SC didn’t ride again sometime soon and make it shore to shore… it’s gonna happen :)