I survey the room and I see a clay stove, they call it the fireside. His wife disappears outside and returns with some wood, she lights it up for their lunch. Within seconds, flames engulf the stove. Simon remarks, “This fireside is faster than any modern stove.” We drift back outside; Simon explains how he makes paddles out of crab wood. At 69 plus, Simon says, “It’s subsistence survival, I drink the water, catch and eat fish from the river, I still speak Arawak…”
The Rivermouth
This morning no birds, just intense pounding of rain on the roof. We are off to Georgetown, 3 hours drive in search of waves. The weather is squally, the river mouth has a clay, mud look with no waves. “Don’t worry it’s coming,” and like clockwork the high tide fills in and the waves come. This is a fast forming wave. I am wondering, “Is it rideable?” I pull out my SUP and I am out getting into my first wave, and to my utter disbelief it’s much better then I anticipated. I pump off the bottom and glide into the foamy lip. It’s the adventure of finding new spots that electrifies my mind. I am accustomed to sparkling blue water. Man this is action!
