Life and adventures from a high school perspective
An avid cyclist, rock climber, and all around adventurer, Francis Davis is taking to the internet to share his stories of cycling, climbing, and adventuring.
The boat crested the wave, wake foaming and churning underneath the vessel. Then the bow came over the other side, landing forcefully in the depression on the other side. I was battered with water and spray, eyes closed, leaning out, holding onto the sail with all the force my climbing fortified arms could maintain. We were flying. Hitting another wave, surfing, flying. A gust of wind hit, and we yelled “hike”, precariously balancing the boat on the edge of its capabilities, leaning straight off the boat to keep it as flat as possible. This is no work of fiction, I’m simply describing last night.
I rounded out my visit in Buffalo with a nice bowl of oatmeal, butter, and blueberries, said my goodbyes, and was off, later than desired, as per usual. I finally buckled to the siren call of Starbucks on my way out of the city, but then my will remained strong(ish). It was a day of fast food, Subway, and a hot dog stand. Time was of the essence. I had to meet my friend Matthew in Barcelona, NY so that he could drive me in to Chautauqua to spend the night. In years past, I typically spend a week with Matt and his family, but with time constraints this summer, it wasn’t in the cards. Unfortunately there was not a lot of time to stop. The day was interesting, this nearly nonstop biking certainly took its toll, both mentally and physically, which made me all the more ecstatic at the end of the day. The evening commenced with a small potluck at the Catholic House of Chautauqua, an annual tradition that I am somehow always in attendance for. After dinner, Matthew and I decided to go for a little sail. We had no idea it would turn out how it did!