Editor’s picks: Mud season adventures
I always forget that other places besides Summit County are warm this time of year. Even downright hot. I’m so used to preparing for the potential of “snain” (rain-snow, of course), Dippin Dots snow or fake-out days that start warm but end with me wearing jeans, three layers and snow boots. I even packed pants and a couple sweaters for Costa Rica.
“What do you think you’re doing?” My partner looked at me with wide eyes like I had just asked him for children.
“What?” I tried to defend my choice of beachwear. I didn’t want to be caught on a windy beach at night shivering.
I overpacked. It was hot.
We lounged on the beach, watched a surfing competition and cooked a lot of good food. Day three, we decided to go deep-sea fishing. I had never fished in the ocean. I was game to try before quickly realizing I don’t have the upper body strength for the sport. After each of the boys had reeled in a fish, I tried my hand, struggling just to hold the rod let alone actually do any reeling. I passed it off pretty quickly, but I did take hold of the mackerel for a quick photo opp before its ultimate demise. My partner, who is a chef, wanted to practice his filleting skills, deftly hacking up each fish before placing it in the cooler. He made a giant spread of tuna poke and grilled mackerel that night, and eight friends were able to feast on the freshest fish we had ever tasted.
Day five, we went stand-up paddleboarding, or more like knee paddleboarding. I am ashamed to admit I live in Colorado and have not tried this sport yet. It was so much harder than I thought. I’ll blame it on the ocean. I could barely keep my balance on the board and ended up sitting on my knees on the large board for most of the trip.
It was indulgent to be a tourist in Costa Rica, especially after a busy winter in a resort town — disregarding the fact that we all got chikungunya. (See, those sweaters would have come in handy against mosquitos if I had worn them — I was right.) Sometimes, I really miss working on the hill and getting that ever-so-needed month between jobs to leave for several weeks at a time. This time of year might not be the most ideal in Summit County, which is why we are all eager to get away for some needed relaxation, but it’s the first place I’ve lived that any time I go on vacation I am just as excited to come home. For that, I consider myself lucky. Summer can wait a little bit; I’m happy right where I’m at.
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