Surf Camp: First Waves:

I arrived at the Hampton’s the second week of summer. I had a looming thought in the back of my head: surf camp. My cousin Zach (who is the sam age as me) and I were signed up for surf camp. We really did not want to go. We were coming up with devious plans on how to not go. We told our parents and grandmother who signed us up. But they kept giving us the same answer. “Just go the first day.” Now, we really didn’t want to go. We said that it would be horribly cold, and it would be unenjoyable. But we went anyway. The first day was the day after a big storm, so the the swell was huge. So for most of the day we bodysurfed (which was awesome) and learned about ocean safety, like how to get out of a rip current. For the last 30 minutes of camp, we surfed in the white water. It wasn’t real surfing, but was all we could do. I was doing the best, even better than the kids that had been at the camp for a while. I got all of the instructors attention, which turned into a surprising problem (ish.) One of the instructors there had a well known surf shop, and was known for being crazy. So, on day to of camp, the swell was down a bit and we went out for real. When I was paddling out, following the Sunshine (the instructor) I noticed that we were going out a LOT farther out then the other kids.I asked him why we were out so far. “I saw you yesterday. You can handle this.” My reply was “That was just white water.” Sunshine didn’t respond. People in the camp were about to surf. A wave came. Good for every other kid, but not me. He didn’t send me. The next wave, everybody went again. “To small.” Sunshine said. I see a giant wave in the distance. “That’s the one! That’s yours, Wyatt!” I heard the other instructors and campers cheering me on. It was coming. The wave was massive. Sunshine yelled “Go! Go!” This is my moment, I thought. I paddled. Fast. I heard Sunshine’s screaming, drowned out by the wave. “Pop up! Pop up!” I did just that. The was the first wave I ever had a chance to surf. It was the wave of my life. At first, I had trouble balencing, but we were so far away from shore it didn’t matter. I caught myself, and started surfing. The peak of the wave was getting steeper, the was getting faster. It was amazing. Everybody was cheering me on, and I was super excited. When a wave breaks, there is something called the drop. You are in the air for a few seconds, and then you land hard back on the water. I landed the drop on the giant wave, and I was super happy. Sunshine gave me many more giant waves before camp was over. Another instructor named Luke told me that I just had the ride of my life. I said “The 10 waves that I caught were all the waves of my life.” That cracked everybody up. For some reason, I do this thing called a scorpion when I wipeout. It’s when my feet touch my head, and it looks like I’m a scorpion. People call me Scorpion at camp.

A crazy wipe out.

Me surfing a medium sized wave down the line.

On day three my fin broke off my board. It washed up on the beach a few hours later. We got it fixed the next day.

Drumming on the beach:

Drumming on the beach is a local event that many people attend. It’s on the beach, and starts at seven pm. A group of drummers from the area (with some little kids with there own plastic drums) play. Everybody has Food set up, and there is a really nice atmosphere.

Three of my cousins, plus my sister buried me in the sand.

Ducati:

My uncle has a Ducati motorcycle, and I got to pose on it for pictures.

Me on my uncle’s Ducati 999.

4th of July:

I got to sleep in. Finally. After a long week of surfing sleep was exactly what my tan, sunburnt and aching body needed. When I woke up at 9:30 after being awakened by two screaming eight year olds (my sister and my cousin) I immediately put on my blue flag shirt. We were about to leave for the parade. Almost everbody in town attends, and it is super fun. Everybody sets up there chairs, to watch the parade go down the closed off street. But before the parade started, the was a Porsche parked in the street, and it got towed. Everybody clapped when it got towed away, because it was delaying the parade. The guy in the truck honked his horn twice, and that earned a nice laugh. A bunch of floats go by, cars go by with veterans and groups like the local little league walked in the parade, too.