Neither Rachelle or I grew up on the ocean. To us the ocean was uncharted ground as our comforts align with the mountains and rivers. Sure we have both spent time in and around the ocean but nothing prepared us for our first day kiting in Los Barriles. Quickly we realized just how friendly those flat and shallow waters of South Padre really were. Confident with an artificial realization of our kiting skills we made our way into the deep blue to spend time with the world below the horizon. The swell was like nothing we had ever experienced, as the salt water burned our eyes while bobbing like a floater with the marine filled depths surrounding us from the neck down. We’re not in South Padre anymore as my first attempt on my newly gifted 5.5 surfboard from my uncle Gary gave me more challenge than enjoyment. It all makes sense as the past advice from our instructor Lisa Tedford came ringing through my ears. “Go to Los Barriles, it will make you a better kiter. If you can kite there you can kite anywhere.” As both Rachelle and I got blown downwind, Taylor was there on the ATV to come retrieve us with a slight smile on his face. A silent smile which spoke a thousand words. Welcome to kiting in Los Barriles, you’ve got some work to do!
Our first afternoon and evening on January 6th ended with a relaxing soak in the local resort hot tub and a reunion with a family from my childhood. Much of my younger years were spent at Dan and Kym Meehan’s house in Lower Deer Valley as I heard stories of another life in Mexico. Never could we understand how Taylor's skin complexion resembled that of a culture south of the border while the snow fell in Park City…he must go to the tanning beds. Taylor lived a silent double life, one that was not talked about in our group of friends. We all knew he spent time in Mexico but not until this recent trip to Baja did I quite understand what he was doing during all those school breaks.