I was rummaging through some old videos and found a tape of one of my first of many surfs at Typhoon Lagoon. It is funny how surfing in a pool can be right up there with traveling to a far off land.
There is something odd about it. You face the shallow end and struggle to sit on the boil which is a pool return. Suddenly you hear a jarring blast of a horn and a loud thud. There is nothing. Then with a roar of water comes a wave out of no where and you have to paddle like mad to catch it. Your friends are lining the wall several yards above you and you can hear every cheer and shout of encouragement.
The first few times, it took some getting used to. The wave has a strange lurch and it reforms. For sure I brought the wrong boards as well. Now it is familiar and I have a tried and true pattern that I stick to.
Anyway, it is an El Nino year. The waves in the ocean are pumping. Yet, I have some strange stirring to jump into a blue pool and to wait for the blast of a horn.