When
I was younger my parents took us on a family trip to Inks Lake State Park. My brothers and I are close
and I was at the age when whatever big brother did, little brother did too.
Therefore, it should have come as no surprise that before the day was through I
found myself clinging to the upper branches of a tree towering twenty
some odd feet above the surface of the water, still rippling from Michael's
dive.
“There no easy way out of this one,” I thought as my parents watched patiently
below…smiling.
I
was hoping for a last minute, “What do you think you’re doing, get down here
right now!”
Instead,
a single command burst forth from the crowd lazily floating along the bank of
the lake.
“JUMP!”
“If
Michael can do it so can I,” was my final thought as I stepped off into my 1.12
second free fall.
My
final thought should have been, “Tuck your chin in and look at your feet.”
—but
a good old fashioned belly-flop is funny to watch, granted you’re not on the
receiving end.
So
really, I served in the best interest of all the hecklers assembled that day.
During
my fall, I learned something important about myself: That I loved it. I loved
the feeling of my stomach in my throat, the tunnel vision, my body going a
little numb, the adrenaline shakes and shivers afterwards. That moment you say to yourself, “I can’t
believe I just did that.”
So when
my friend Lucciani asked me if I’d ever want to go sandboarding, I didn’t
even hesitate 1.12 seconds before answering yes.
About
fifteen minutes north of Chimbote lies the small
town of Coishco
encircled by a small range of dark rocky mountains. One of the mountain faces
is covered in bright sand and opens out onto the valley of Santa
below, a prime spot to practice the increasingly popular extreme sport.
A panoramic view of Coischo to the left and the agricultural valley of Santa to the right. |
Lucciani
and his best friend Fernando have been sandboarding for about fifteen years and
have traveled as far as Ica
in the south in search of great sandboarding spots.
My friends Lucciani, coming back from a run, and Fernando who is straight chillin'. |
What’s
really fascinating about the boarding spot in Coishco is that the dunes rest
above the site of an ancient Pre-Incan burial ground. Lucciani and Fernando have a lot
of pride for their country and are working to bring attention and awareness to
the fact that this historical treasure is literally blowing away
right before their eyes. No one seems very interested in hearing them
out.
A shard of pottery. |
What
this means for me is that I get to discover and touch things that normally I’d only
see under glass or with a vulture-eyed librarian breathing down my neck (no
offense to librarians in general, just the vulture-eyed variety).
A small piece of brittle woven cloth. |
Coming
from a guy that bugged out over handling a tattered piece of scrap paper used
by W.B. Yeats in the archives of the Harry
Ransom Center,
I felt like Indiana Jones himself as I sifted through the sand for pottery
shards. I mean, the scrap paper was only from the '20s. All I lacked was a whip
and a mummy hand ominously rising up from the earth and I could have died
happy then and there.
Hopefully I didn't accumulate any bad juju. |
It
was actually pretty sad once we started coming across sun bleached bones exposed to the elements. It doesn’t matter what the
tribe believed, I have a lot of respect for death and the culturally
significant rituals surrounding it.
I
felt heavy hearted knowing that hundreds of years ago these people were
probably buried with ceremony and reverence only to be unearthed by the driving
wind and sand. But that’s the way things go I guess.
It would be really awesome
to see some kind of movement to
excavate and preserve the site, though.
Fernando
said that the mountains are full of gold but of the type that requires an
expensive and destructive extraction and refining process. We can only hope
that the burial site draws the attention of archeologists before it draws the
attention of money-makers.
As far as sandboarding goes, I
found that the most difficult part is actually the climb
up. Boarding is a full body sport requiring balance, coordination and strength for sure.
What this photo doesn't capture is all the huffing and wheezing. |
However, there’s
nothing more comically frustrating than running up a mountain of sand like
a Loony Toon only to find that you haven't really been moving forward at all.
But once you finally make it to the top, it’s all downhill. And the ride is a lot
longer than 1.12 seconds.
I'm still an amateur, but at least this isn't a clip of me face-planting. |