My little fishing village on the Mexican coast is not a hotbed of athletics.
As in any town in Mexico, there are the odd football matches. And even a rodeo or two. But Melaque is not known for its sports society.
With one big exception --skim boarding.
I have commented several times that the waves on my beach are not swimmer friendly.
The pitch is steep enough that the waves do not merely pound the sand. They slam it. The WWF has nothing on drama queen noises in comparison with the sounds the ocean makes when greeting the shore.
But that violent one-break surf creates a veritable Aspen for the local skim boarders.
If you do not know what a skim board is, think of a short surf board that is smooth on the bottom.
The boarder waits on the beach for a likely wave. If he spies one, he tears off in Jesse Owens style.
When he hits the surf line on the wet sand, he drops his board (taking advantage of another Newtonian rule of physics), jumps on it, and sails out into the surf, where he catches the curl of the wave.
As in any town in Mexico, there are the odd football matches. And even a rodeo or two. But Melaque is not known for its sports society.
With one big exception --skim boarding.
I have commented several times that the waves on my beach are not swimmer friendly.
The pitch is steep enough that the waves do not merely pound the sand. They slam it. The WWF has nothing on drama queen noises in comparison with the sounds the ocean makes when greeting the shore.
But that violent one-break surf creates a veritable Aspen for the local skim boarders.
If you do not know what a skim board is, think of a short surf board that is smooth on the bottom.
The boarder waits on the beach for a likely wave. If he spies one, he tears off in Jesse Owens style.
When he hits the surf line on the wet sand, he drops his board (taking advantage of another Newtonian rule of physics), jumps on it, and sails out into the surf, where he catches the curl of the wave.
Most of them are in their teens. Some are older. But, unlike snow skiing, it is a sport not to be enjoyed by white-haired men, no matter how many wily tricks they may have learned. Wiles do not equal balance.
But watching these guys on their boards is a cultural potpourri. Graceful as ballet. Enchanting as the Cirque du Soleil. Invigorating as active youth can be.
What is missing are young women. Oh, they are at the beach. Lined up in a row with their babies. Watching their men grapple with nature. All attired in proper Nazarene Church camp summer wear.
I asked one of the young women why she was not a boarder. She simply laughed, and said: "That's for boys." And looked at me as if I had just asked why boys don't wear skirts.
I have heard there are some women skim boarders. I simply have not seen them in my stay at the beach.
Until they do appear, I will have to be satisfied with watching the fathers of the little babies who accompany the women on the beach.
