Paddling up Elkhorn Slough
Birds, Boats, nature study (11)
In 2007 on Thanksgiving day, I floated with a handful of other surfers in Capitola, waiting for swells. The bull kelp was a thick forest below at low tide, snaking between our legs and boards. We compared dinnertimes while sloshing wet cords of the slimy cable off our boards, yanking our legs up out of slick knots of the kelp, some of us whining. Finally, the swells came and lifted us higher, releasing our feet. I paddled shoreward ahead of a wave and could have popped up if another hank of the kelp hadn't snared my fins. Instead: the big ...