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Dogs ride the ups and downs with us. Real life Surf Dog Diaries

Meet writer dogs. Rider dogs. Best dog friends. Surf the couch, the www, or a wave. Wave back at us!

It's all about the ride. The ride of life with a dog.

Smell and sound and feel - the river of life.                 Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Smell and sound and feel - the river of life.                 Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

The smell of the river at sunrise will change your life.

Barbara Ayers October 13, 2017

Inhaling dawn on the river of life.

Baritone choir of bullfrogs at dusk.

Piercing high pitched sound shatters the darkness after midnight:

       “Huh-eeeeh huh-eeeeh!”

Bad high pitched violin scraping sounds. Braying burros.

        Clip– clop, Clip– clop...

Echo of hoof prints just outside your tent.

        Gosh, that’s a flimsy fence.

We camp by a historic goldmine dating back to the days of 49ers panning for river gold. Feral ghost burros leave scat around the campground and bray at the moon but never show their long, fuzzy faces by day. They made it here on their own long after the miners died.

Doodle's deep downward dog dawn.                        Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Doodle's deep downward dog dawn.                        Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Kaleidoscope of sunrise.

Dusk - coyote swims by, as you zig jag turns through river glass, reflecting earth and man and sky.

River bamboo swallows your wake - as if nothing ever happened.

River still life.

Secret spot. Shhh! Don't tell.... Picacho State Recreation Area on the Colorado River.

Where we camp and ski, it’s so remote only ducks and donkeys and fisherman, gnarly four-wheelers and water skiers roam.

Dawn run - Convair Ski Club Prez Steve Trudgen.    Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Dawn run - Convair Ski Club Prez Steve Trudgen.    Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

There’s nothing like waking up in a tent watching a billion stars illuminate the sky until too many sore muscles and not enough beer-30’s with old friends and fireside chats, take you away.

Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

We are river rats.

We smell the river, taste adventure, crave the rush of sparkling dawn runs and hypnotic sunsets. We revel in this majestic desolate getaway.

Quiet sky, stillness and fireside chatter. 

Beach sand in toes.

Scorch of sun so bright you can fry yourself for breakfast if you’re not careful enough with sunscreen.

The Colorado River calls from deep inside a water skier. Heading east to where California and Arizona marry, you venture into riverfront bamboo forests. But first, you beat the heck out of your car to find the secret spot of skiing.  

Sunset run - Bob Benner, Convair ski club.            Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Sunset run - Bob Benner, Convair ski club.            Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

It’s nearly impassable this year - that 45-minute hellish dirt road from Yuma to our riverfront dock. Deep sand, hairpin turns and washboard roads will beat your car, bury your wheels and throw flats faster than any road I know - except perhaps my old Baja secret spot.

Bad roads keep secret spots secret. Amen to that.

It’s the last of the Colorado River before she heads off to Mexico, slinking past dinky, dusty Arizona towns.

Most River Rats stay in fancy riverfront houses or rent shanties in her more popular parts – Imperial Dam, Fisher’s Landing, Martinez Lake, Senator Wash.

The secret spot we head to isn’t like that, where loud flashy river boats bounce up and down, throwing big spray, shouting “LOOK AT MEEEEEEE” into a sparkling desert sky.

Dogs n kids go together like sunrise and river. Pete's son Alex, and my son Doodle at Picacho.               Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Dogs n kids go together like sunrise and river. Pete's son Alex, and my son Doodle at Picacho.               Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

 

Natural born river rats

I remember camping and skiing here on The River as a kid with my family and later, with high school friends. 

You know the old saying - "the one with the most toys wins..."

You know the old saying - "the one with the most toys wins..."

Then I found my tribe - Convair waterski club, a non-profit club where engineers, ski dogs, wake boarders and campers getaway from city life.

We’re mostly boomers looking for life we remember, growing up on a lake or a river or a dead end road or a small town somewhere in between.

Doodle, my 4th generation river surf dog. Namesake of my first surf dog, Howdy Doody.    Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Doodle, my 4th generation river surf dog. Namesake of my first surf dog, Howdy Doody.    Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

River dogs

Oh yes we do – it was all my dog’s idea, really. Howdy Doody, my first basset hound and surf dog, started riding tandem with me behind a ski boat on The River with Convair in 1991. I’ve been skiing Convair's secret spot with my dog kids ever since. Even after I moved away from California.

Dinky doxie Doodle and I last weekend at The River.  He looks like a River Rat, dontcha think?!     Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Dinky doxie Doodle and I last weekend at The River.  He looks like a River Rat, dontcha think?!     Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Dudes in the car, river bound.  Doodle and the Prez., Trudge.      Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Dudes in the car, river bound.  Doodle and the Prez., Trudge.      Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

 

Each year, we fly in from Oregon to our old San Diego hometown, then drive three hours to Arizona, before beating up our car on the dirt road to surf dog paradise. 

Gen X river rat Doodle and I last weekend.                 Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Gen X river rat Doodle and I last weekend.                 Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Growing up a So Cal boomer

If you are a boomer like me and you grew up in what used to be a small town, you grew up in nature – with wildlife, wild places. You watched Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom on Sunday nights with the dogs and cats and birds and family, all scarfing popcorn together on the couch, all fascinated by TV species and scenery.

We lived on a dead end road in San Diego with horny toads in the yard, and crawdads and tadpoles in our creek.

My brother and I rode horses, stingray bikes with banana seats and hand-me-down motorcycles along dusty trails. Exploring hundreds of acres of open land and hills and bamboo creeks kept our spirits wild and free.

Here, only Japanese farmers’ cornrows and an occasional paved road fenced us in.  

Momma was an Annie Oakley type and I grew up a tomboy. Naturally, we camped in our back yard creek bed with a shotgun to protect our flock of birds from coyotes, skunks and possums.

Didn’t every girl? 

My first dog kid, Howdy, in the 1990's at the river.    Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

My first dog kid, Howdy, in the 1990's at the river.    Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Didn't every girl turn into a woman who surfs with dogs, even now, closing in on 60?

I grew up in the 60’s, and our family waterskied Mission Bay every weekend. The sense of anticipation was alive as our cab-over camper towed our old Glasspar ski boat toward the Pacific Ocean.

I-8 was a two-lane highway back then – weaving through a cow farm where the San Diego River roamed wild and free.

Back then, farmlands shrink wrapped Mission Valley as densely as condos, freeway clover leafs, shopping malls and Qualcomm stadium does today.

Secret spots and dead end roads

Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org

In my hometown where my folks still live, the road isn’t dead anymore. That’s why I moved away.

It wasn’t horse country, or dirt bike, or horny toad or crawdad country either. It had become “every other house looks the same” country.

 

If your spot is still a secret, never let it go.

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