STAND UPS AT SUNSET BEACH
Photos by Rob Anzit
It's quite a thing to watch. It's also quite a thing to listen to. When Marc is about to go into a backflip you hear him crack the throttle open to get enough power to literally fly out of the water and begin rotating backwards from the curl of his own immediate wake. The engine roars and echoes over the water. People turn their heads. They stare.
It's so fucking cool.
But just an hour outside the city is Sunset Beach. A stretch of pebbles, rocks, algae and underage drinkers at the foot of Port Weller, where the mighty Welland Canal begins. It's not exactly the Galapagos. But the water is fresh(ish), the beer is cold(ish) and learning to ride a stand up jet ski is easy(ish).
When we tell someone what we do for fun they react with genuine fear for our safety and their face turns into the yikes emoji.
No, the connection is something deeper. To try and explain it will inevitably end in cliché. But it has something to do with the spirit of escape, the great outdoors, the thrill of the beast.
The shared stoke.
Take our new roll top 10L Waterproof Field Pack for example. It's the bag you stuff with what valuables you actually brought with you before you throw caution to the wind. You roll the top down three times and you clip it.
Then you may abuse your body in whatever way you choose but at least you'll know that your iPhone and joint are safe and sound in the field pack, that they will be forever dry.