Yes, yes he does. Absolute charger.

Mark Urkov…upright and rounding the West End (note flying fish in lower left corner). Special thanks to Pura Kai for supporting the race!
Things I saw at the conclusion of The West End Loop Race: 1.) Vacant stares; 2.) Blood; 3.) Folks with hypothermia; 4.) Silly, slightly bewildered smiles. It was no cake walk to be sure. For those that thought they still had a good base and that they could throw in an easy 16 miles (myself included), well, they got their asses handed to them.
The 11:00 start set the tone for the day. At 11:05 the wind came on and didn’t stop, and the NW swell had us clawing up some solid rollers (which was about the only time I could see any other paddlers). Honestly, I’ve never come off the board more during a race in my life and I don’t know how the SUP guys did it–they looked miserable paddling most of the first 8 miles on their knees. Keep in mind, these guys are all excellent paddlers, on their knees, just surviving the first leg. At mile 6 the conditions got a bit better (we could see the turn at the end of the island), but the damage was done–attrition pulled a number of folks out of the race.
What was supposed to be a fast down-winder on the front side of the island just wasn’t. If you stopped paddling there was a good chance that you were going backward…against the wind. At 13 miles, I just had to laugh at how spent I was and, had it not been for the support boats, that were carrying extra food and water, I think a good many people would not have finished.
Crossed the line 3rd stock…but the operative phrase in this case was “crossed the line.” The Flying Fish did a hell of a job keeping everyone safe and the race proved to be one that could be technical, punishing, and on my list again for next year. Now if I can just convince them to start it a few hours earlier.
Some people love the ocean. Some people fear it. I love it, hate it, fear it, respect it, resent it, cherish it, loathe it, and frequently curse it. It brings out the best in me and sometimes the worst.
— Roz Savage
No reason…just reflecting on water Savages, mermaids, and last-second glances at a little roughing up. Chew on the heavy for a few minutes.
Shooter: Shutter Pat from FB…give that dude props.
Photo jacked from the amazing shooters that are: Wedge Action on FB
Keep a bit of that swagger always. Laugh at your dust, but don’t stare too long at your shadows. Bodysurf–it’s one of the few things you can do your whole life. Make sandwiches for your buddies and wave at pretty girls on the beach (one of them may end up being your beautiful wife). Laugh at yourself and at others you meet in books. Take time to be alone. And, because I’m your Dad, “always watch a sunset, always smell the flowers, and always pet a nicey (good pets of all kinds).” Oh, and “predictable is preventable”…remember that too–it’s a good one that I wished I would have learned a few decades earlier. — Love, RST.
The Catalina Classic is a difficult race to recap (what, you’ve notice the delay?). I’ve never been able to write more than a few lines and post pictures–it’s just an enormous moment that comes down to strategy and performance. Throw in some foul weather and all bets are off–the race can quickly descend into a simple story of surviving with body in tact.
The 2014 Catalina Classic was, in a word, perfect. We had a veritable feast of glassy water, paddle-battles, dolphin, shark, whales, tanker drive-by, and, yes, PAIN.
Reno Caldwell’s new PR of 6:01 was a testament to both his preparation and his execution; he pushed when he needed to, stayed relaxed and happy, knee paddled with consistency and strength, and in the end put in what we all considered an inspired effort. It was a little bittersweet to come up a minute short of breaking six hours, but that’s just how it breaks. A special thanks to Tyler Resh, whose experience with going fast on a paddleboard made decision making that much more precise, and Mark Urkov, skipper of The Rough House. Mark’s focus on bringing out the best in paddlers is becoming something of a ‘thing’ among the paddling set–not to mention that he is one of the funniest guys around.
Was it hard not to be in the race this year? I thought so until about the 24-mile mark and then I watched as Suffering came to visit the faces of ALL of the paddlers that we passed. The final mile of the paddle is beyond words. Yes, there’s a crowd on the beach waiting, and boats and cheering, and even a number of photogs on pier, but there are so few paddlers who come in with the race written on their faces–a testimony to going up against your on mind and body for hour after hour. 2015 will come soon enough and I’ll be there, on the line or in a boat, because the channel keeps beckoning.
BT–