Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Only a Surfer Knows the Feeling.


We spent last weekend beach camping at Doheny.
Here's how it went down.

We had a sweet site close to the beach and the bathroom.  Which is critical with three kids and especially a pregnant wife.

Lots of body-boarding in the shore break.


The kites were a hit in the afternoon.


After a while the excitement wore off.


Eventually it became a chore to lay on the handles while they sunbathed.


The kids decided they wanted to see how much seaweed they could hoard. 


Rig and Liv learning the value of teamwork.


Dad says "to heck with teamwork."  This was seriously the second heaviest thing I have ever carried in my life.  The first was a gigantic pumpkin.  The first time I latched on to this baby, it was still in the water and a wave carried us both out.  I got tumbled in the shore break a little bit.  Most the people on the beach got a good laugh. 


Incase you were wondering what the inside of a tent trailer looked like. 
(Notice the emergency exit, come on, is that really necessary?)


Mom is down for the night.



Caroline is headed out for the night.  


Grandpa Steve and Grandma LeeAnn were able to spend a lot of time with us now that Grandma graduated.  Congratulations LeeAnn!


Tinfoil dinners, a camp classic.


S'mores in the daylight, a rarity in our family.



Rig only brought one flipflop.  So he had to go barefoot the whole trip or wear an extra pair of Moms.  He chose barefoot, except for when we went out to eat.  
He wasn't happy about it. 


But Sara was.  
If you don't know Sara very well, this is what she looks like when she is laughing so hard she can't get control of herself.  Real sweet Mom!



Rig borrowed Livi's flip-flops, I borrowed her Barbie Razor, and we tore up the campground.  Rig took me on an obstacle course and one of the obstacles sent me OTB.  I didn't think it was near as funny as the people camped next to us did.


Finally the highlight of the trip was Rig's surf lesson.
First lesson: "Every surfer caries his own board."
(Mom actually bailed him out on that one.  I pretended not to see.)



Rig was a little hesitant but worked up the courage to paddle out on his own. 



It helped to know that even though the lifeguard was off duty, 
Livi was on duty.
She wants to be on baywatch someday.  
She is only one major surgery away.



Rig in the line up, paddling for a monster on the outside. 



The fans watch with anticipation.



He smoothly slides down the face.



And he's up.


Now Rig knows the feeling.  
Welcome to the club Rig!


But he still has time to pose with his fans for a picture. 

6 comments:

Roxanne said...

OH my heck! so cute! once again you have out done yourself on your blog. and I loved to text to tell me it had been updated probably one of the best parts! I love it :)

Robyn & Co. said...

Very funny Rangi... your fam is so dang cute!!! As much as I love this post, I'm still waiting for Dave to see a pic. of Coby in a Jazz towel...

Buckeye Bosleys said...

It looks like you had a great time! I always laugh when I read your blog! I am sure that Sara could not control herself when Rigdon had to wear her flip flops- Too Funny!

Jess Mac said...

rigdon is AMAZING! I cant believe his surfing skills. He's better than me now! (not that i set a high bar). that pic of caroline "heading out for the night" is my desktop background which would be creepy if I weren't her aunt.

jenni bishop said...

Rigdon is a stud! Seriously amazing! Looked like a great time!

Roxanne said...

hey this isnt about this blog... buti just realized all of you favorite quotes were "self created" ba ha ha ha you are so funny! Not that I am one to talk but you should make a new post.... I love yours!