Today I walked from Estella to los Arcos. I am feeling quite sore in my legs but over all I am good. To sore to really skate though but that is ok. I walked primarily alone today and it felt nice. I saw a lot of Hawks (or at least larger birds) surfing the wind today. This was special because an important figure in my life who passed away is remembered by large birds. It’s one of those things that I can’t explain but I know when I feel his presence and today I think these birds that seemed to follow me were, to me, a miracle of sorts. It was windy today and watching them dance in above me made me think about surfing beyond the skateboard, beyond the surfboard. Surfing as a way of living, surfing as a way of dying.
