Dan and Pickleballers in Santa Barbara, California

While Hannah and I hike regularly during our winter two months in Santa Barbara, we also pickle three to four times per week.  Today, I introduce four of the good guys at the pickleball courts.

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Ten miles from our home away from home to the courts

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Tim in the safari hat and blue tee shirt

Let’s start with Tim.  Hailing from Virginia and here for the winter, he and I come to the courts in Santa Barbara as the outsiders.  Many times Tim makes a point of seeking me out as a playing partner.  His power, delicate touch, good humor, and the fact that he doesn’t take himself too seriously make him an ideal partner.  Though we win more than we lose, it’s always a good time with Tim.

After our last pickleball morning before we return for home in Maine, Tim makes a point to come to wish me well.  He then seeks out Hannah on another court to bid her farewell, and says, Take care of the old man.

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Then there’s Bill.  After one enjoyable morning of teaming on the pickleball courts of Santa Barbara, Bill offers up, why don’t we “catch dinner” together with our wives.  Not exactly sure what that means, we invite them to our place in Carpinteria for drinks, dinner, and cards.  Our Sunday night becomes one of the peak moments of our winter stay as we laugh throughout the evening over getting-to-know-you conversation and then conclude the evening with a spirited game of Mormon Bridge.

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Bill and Claudia with Hannah at the Frog Wall in Santa Barbara

The following week, Bill and I play as partners all morning long, building on our growing friendship.  Three days before Hannah and I leave for home in Maine, Bill and Claudia have us to their place for lunch, followed by a surprise trip to the Frog Wall in Santa Barbara.  We have a home away from home.  And Hannah has plans for a Frog Wall in York.

Jerry makes three.  Though we only partnered up on two mornings at the end of our stay, he made an indelible impression with his encouragement and confidence in my play.

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You see, I can be a fish out of water. I play the soft game; by that I mean I hit softer third shots over the net and dink to slow down the play; I’m waiting for an opportunity for my partner or me to pounce on a high return.  At Santa Barbara Pickleball, power is the name of the game for so many of the top players.  Slam, bam, thank you ma’am.  They are bangers.  Without subtly, they crush the ball and often leave me in their wake.  I tire of points being over so quickly; either they pummel me or miss wildly.

Jerry is different.  As an elite player, he values and celebrates our soft games.  With some deftness, he and I beat some top opponents and narrowly lose to others.  But Jerry is constant in encouraging me to keep hitting my low soft balls over the net.  Self-deprecating himself, he pumps me up especially when we play games where I am clearly the weakest of the four players.  He sees the best in me.

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Sal in the blue shirt rocketing a winning return

And lastly Sal.  Everyone knows Sal with his effervescent personality.  With his welcoming way and daily presence on the courts, he is a bridge to all the advanced players.  Sal hits with power, plays the soft third shot, and good-naturedly moans about missing a shot, all in good fun.

At Santa Barbara Pickleball, if players win, they stay on the court for the next opponents.  On one morning, I have just won a game with another player.  We as a team move to another court to play, when that player calls out, Sal let’s play.   Clearly that is against protocol since I just won. Sal turns and says, You won with Dan.  It’s his turn to play.  It may have been an innocent mistake on the other player’s part, but what I appreciate is that Sal stepped up.   He could have let it slide, but he didn’t.  He was looking out for me.

I want to take something from each of them to be a better version of myself.  From Tim, let another know that they make a difference; from Bill, go for it and reach out to others; from Jerry, speaking up and be relentlessly encouraging; and from Sal, look out for the quieter ones so they don’t get lost in the shuffle of more aggressive players.

There have been others of note – Bonnie, Matt, Alistair, Paula, Ben, Andres, David, Paul, and Craig who were decent to me as well as excellent pickleballers.  I look forward to returning in 2021.

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My number one squeeze, Hannah serves in the far court.

Dan and Hannah Pickle in Athens, Georgia and Visit the Carter Center in Atlanta

Waking at the Sleep Inn and Suites motel (unfortunately sans suite for D&H) not far from the campus of the University of Georgia on our last day in the American South, we drive to another primo pickleball venue at Southeast Clarke Park in Athens.  Welcomed by Santa Claus (aka Ken Calkin, the local ambassador), we have advanced play with a variety of Southerners and transplants from the Northeast.  We do our best not to embarrass our Maine fellow picklers.

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Hannah serves teaming up with Ken in Athens, Georgia

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Hannah, Ken (he does in fact play Santa Claus at Christmas time), and Dan at the six dedicated courts in Athens.  Getting Fitbit steps wherever we go!

Warmed up by the high quality play on the last Tuesday of October, I can see the future – come with me!  I am spending three weeks next fall in Athens with Hannah before the long, dark pall of winter descends on Maine.

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Driving 75 miles west to Atlanta via I-20, Hannah and I have the Jimmy Carter Presidential Library and Museum in our sights.  Located in downtown of Atlanta, the Carter Center is easy to find with ample parking.  Admission is $10 for seniors and the complex of buildings has an understated feel compared to the expansive Reagan Library.  That presidential library is large enough to include Air Force One at its Simi Valley, California location.

Check out this picture from the recent fall California wildfires lapping at the doorstep of the library.  Click here for my blog on the Reagan Library.

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October 2019 wildfires threatening the Reagan Presidential Library in Simi Valley, California

From out of nowhere, Jimmy Carter campaigned through 1975 with his family doing the heavy lifting of meeting voters and organizing events in Iowa and New Hampshire.  His roots as a dark horse candidate give hope for those supporting Andrew Yang and Marianne Williamson (Dan and Hannah) during the current campaign for the 2020 election.  (Sadly in January 2020 Marianne suspended her campaign.)

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Jimmy Carter is Hannah’s favorite president.  Sure Washington, Lincoln, and Obama have their many fans, but Jimmy was president when Hannah and I were young marrieds in Arizona looking to find our way in the late 1970s.  A good and decent man of faith, he is most often remembered for the 445 day Iran Hostage crisis that didn’t end til the day after he left office in 1981.

I remember the last three days that I was president, I never went to bed at all. I never went to bed until we had negotiated the final release of the hostages. – Jimmy Carter


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Inauguration 1977

Fighting the rampant racial segregation in the South, Jimmy Carter stood out for the freedom and dignity for all God’s children.  On his second day in office, Carter pardoned all Vietnam War draft evaders.

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His desire to create the Carter Center as a venue for negotiations and peace keeping was the foundation for his winning the 2002 Nobel Peace Prize.  Traveling widely to conduct peace negotiations, monitor elections, and advance disease prevention and eradication in developing nations, JC is a man for our times.

Unless both sides win, no agreement can be permanent.  – Jimmy Carter

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The recreated Oval Office at the Carter Center

When people are intimidated about having their own opinions,                                           oppression is at hand.  ― Jimmy Carter

His commitment to Habitat for Humanity inspires our friends, George and Pat.  Habitat brings volunteers together to build homes, communities, and hope.  It has helped more than four million folks construct or rehabilitate more than 800,000 homes since its founding in 1976.

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Jimmy Carter, Nobel Prize for Peace winner

Maybe there’s a “Jimmy Carter” in the current pool of presidential candidates.

Dan and Hannah Pickle, Then Hike Paris Mountain near Greenville, South Carolina

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When Hannah and I travel, I always check the USAPA pickleball website for places to pickle.  Once I find one that fits our schedule with day and time, I email the ambassador.  Today John Moore welcomes us to the stunning six new dedicated courts at Timmons Park in Greenville, SC.


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Timmons Park Pickleball

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With a 9A temp of 73F, we sharpen our game on this last Monday in October.  Shout out to Sue, who is the highlight of the morning for Hannah.  As pickleball partners, they laugh, encourage each other; they win some, they lose some.  Good folks like Sue don’t come along every day, but she sure did this morning in the Palmetto State.

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Hannah in foreground and Sue to her right ready for some pickleball action

While waiting to play, I ask picklers about hiking in the area and learn of Paris Mountain just outside of town.  Perfecto!

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Thirty minutes after leaving the pickleball venue, we pay $3.25 each as seniors to hike the trails at Paris Mountain.  At the welcome center, the ranger lists the various trails, and we opt for the Sulphur Springs Trail, the park’s macho trail.  Rated 9 out of 10, the Sulphur Springs Trail has Dan and Hannah written all over it.


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The Sulphur Springs Trail is in white.  We start at the lowest P (for parking) on the map and go clockwise on the loop trail.  The checkered section is where mountain bikes dare not go.

At the trailhead is a large wooden map of the Sulphur Springs Trail which I take a picture of.  (And yes, prepositions can be at the end of sentences!)  The advice to hike clockwise has us tackling the heavy lifting part of the trail at the start.

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Our trail begins with a walk in the woods through upstate South Carolina forests.  Within the first fifteen minutes three separate millennials pass us by.  Greeting them in passing, we always love seeing others on the trail to know that we are not lost.

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Entering the checkered section of the trail, which is one that prohibits mountain bikers, we step up and around rocks and small boulders.  This section gives the trail its 9 of 10 rating as our hearts pump and lungs respond rhythmically as we venture further into the Carolina woodlands.

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And hour into the hike, we come upon a wide fire road and turn right towards the trailhead.  Having bagged the toughest part of the trail, we are James Taylor-ing it (i.e. we have Carolina on our mind) and know it is all downhill from here.

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With the trailhead in sight, we check our Fitbits to see that we’ve done the 3.8 miles of this macho trail at Paris Mountain State Park in less than two hours.  It’s a high-flying 20,000 step day!

I have hit the daily double of vacation travel – morning pickleball and afternoon hiking with Hannah Banana on a sunny day.

Dan and Hannah Play Tournament Pickleball Part 3 of 3

Click here for part 1 and Click here for part 2 to set the stage for this concluding blog.

Starting the first of our final three games of the tournament, we are up against the powerhouse Ellen and Mark duo.  We know Ellen from our weekly game in Westbrook.  She’s effervescent while he’s immediately likable with an easy-going manner.  As strong players, they are versed in the winning strategy for mixed doubles pickleball.  Ah, but we are up to the challenge with our third shot drops, reasonably reliable forehands, bountiful good luck, and Hannah’s lobs.  In our best match of the evening, we prevail in a tight one.

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Leesa and Hannah 

With our fifth win, Hannah and I are looking at being in the money.  I mean, literally, being in the money.  Each player paid $10 to play tonight with the winning team splitting $80, second place divvying up $60, and third dividing $40.  We are now looking at the possibility of a third place finish as we have only lost to Carolee and Tim and have yet to play the still undefeated, odds-on favorite team of Patty and Steve.

Up next are the athletic pair of Shannon and Gordie.  Shannon is a racquet ball player of the first order and Gordie is reliable and affable.  Being our seventh game after three hours of play at 9P, Hannah and I are riding high.  Shannon and Gordie wake us up as they knock us down a peg or two by taking charge immediately; all of sudden they are serving for the match at 14-8.

While Hannah and I figure what the hell, we’ve had a helluva run this evening, we do work our way back to 14-10, and finally down just 14-13, my serve.  Usually steady Eddy with my serve, I hit my serve long to lose the chance to tie!  My bad.  Perhaps, we are not meant to win.  Now Shannon and Gordie each have a serve to win the game.  Holding them scoreless, we quickly run off three points to win 16-14 in a comeback most would agree that is comparable to the Patriots 28-3 return from the dead to defeat the Falcons in the Super Bowl.

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Back row from left to right – Dan, Brandon, Norm, Steve, Mick, Carolee, and Tim  Middle row – Ellen, Mark, and Allen  Front row – Leesa, Erin, Carly, Janet, Shannon, Patty, and Hannah  (Not pictured – Gordie)

Third place is ours, no matter what happens v. Steve and Patty, our final opponent.  We are 6-1, and they are 7-0.  As savvy tournament-tested players, they have a winning strategy as well as our powerful players.   We make them only slightly uncomfortable and we fall quietly 15-7.

Having only two losses, Hannah and I are looking at a sweet third place pay day.  And then…

…we see Norm and Leesa still on the court v. Carolee and Tim, the team that crushed us.  Learning that Norm and Leesa are up 14-12, I am not surprised that any team with Norm has a chance.  After giving up a 13th point, they close out the match 15-13.

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Sixty big ones!

Immediately, I do the math [i.e. we are now second at 6-2 as Carolee and Tim have fallen to 5-3].  No lie, it was cool to win.   We are all humble on the outside and about to shit on the inside.

So what did I learn:

  1. Social pickleball works for me.  How can you beat the combination with delectable hors d’oeurvres with non-stop pickleball?
  2. Round robin play is my idea of a good time.  No waiting.  My pickleball-induced ADHD is satisfied with lots of play – eight games in nearly four hours.
  3. Even social tournament pickleball is about targeting the weaker player.  That’s life.  There were times I played the role of the coat rack.  There’s no crying in baseball or pickleball.  That doesn’t mean I have to like it.
  4. Bangers bang.  I could (and often do) look at the bangers banging as an opportunity to improve my soft game.  I’m still not a fan of banger-topia!
  5. We were so damn lucky tonight to come in second.  (1), we could have easily lost our first game [we won 15-13 after being behind], (2) and we could have easily lost our second game v. the top player, Norm and Leesa, and (3) we could have easily lost the game we were down 14-8 to Gordie and Shannon.  And then, (4), even if we squeak out W’s in all those games, we still needed Leesa and Norm to beat the team that beat us.  We were the long shot that left the ball with the silver slipper.

Dan and Hannah Decide to Play Tournament Pickleball Part 2 of 3

Click here for part 1 to set the stage for today’s blog.

Driving north on the Maine Turnpike on a rainy March Friday afternoon, I wonder what lies ahead for the first pickleball tournament Hannah and I will have ever played.  The uncertainty leaves me unsettled.  Will it be bangers galore; will people even hit the ball to me; and as team, how will Hannah and I react to tournament pressure?

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Two of the courts at the Jordan Small Middle School gym

Arriving at the gym of the Jordan Small Middle School in Raymond, Maine, Hannah and I see four courts lined in the basketball gym; players are already warming up.  Leesa, the tournament organizer, has brought together nine mixed doubles teams in a round robin format, which means Hannah and I will get lots of play.

Hannah and I draw the spunky young couple (nearly 50 years our junior) Carly and Brandon for our first game to fifteen, win by two.  Being a first game, we four are all just getting our sea legs – hitting some winners and then knocking shots wildly out-of-bounds.  The lead goes back and forth, but soon Hannah and I find ourselves down 13-11.  Clearly, this is a game we could have won.  Through no fault of our own, we win the final four points in a game that could have gone either way.  I turn the self-absorption meter down just a little!

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Norm, Janet, and the dude with a Fitbit

Still feeling the self-imposed pressure to play respectably, I come to the court with Hannah for our second game matched up v. Norm and Leesa.  Where we regularly play in Saco, Norm is at the top of the food chain.  He’s tough with all the shots.  She’s athletic.  Game on.

Feeling more comfortable with the gym’s indoor lighting, the closeness of the curtain dividing the courts, and remembering that everyone is thinking about themselves anyway, Hannah and I take a 5-3 lead, which surprises me no end.  Going on a run of six points after they tie the score at six, we are soon up 12-6.   It dawns on me that we could actually win against the best player in the gym.  I had figured this was going to be a designated L for us.  In a huge upset in my mind, we run out the game at 15-10.   Two wins.  I relax just a little more.

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Leesa with Hannah

Taking on the upbeat pair of Allen and Erin, we have a relaxing, easy going, and fun game where they hit the ball to me on a regular basis; we come away with a W.

Game four proves that we are not quite the hot shots that we are starting to think we are.  Carolee and Tim are formidable as the reality of competitive mixed doubles emerges.  Our opponents’ power, solid play, and tactics takes us down convincingly 15-6.  We are burnt toast left on the side of the plate.  With strong teams ahead, I can see us comfortably settling into the middle of the pack.  That turns down the pressure.

Next, we match up v. our pickleball friends from Saco, Mick and Janet.  Just good folks, they play a spirited game, hit some shots that leave us agape with their artistry, but we prevail.  With our fourth win, we are the surprise of the tournament (at least in my delusional mind).

Part 3 describes the final three games which concludes this three-part series on Saturday.

Dan and Hannah Wonder About Tournament Pickleball Part 1 of 3

Having recently returned from California where outdoor pickleball reigns, now as our snows melt, Hannah and I play regularly at the indoor XL Sports World in Saco, Maine.  A few days ago, our friend Janet asks if we would like to play in a social mixed doubles pickleball tournament.   The word social intrigues me.  That it’s round robin means lots of play.  It’s the tournament part that is the sticking point.

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Hannah and Janet

We exchange phone numbers, but I’m still not sure.  Usually, my go-to response is, Tournaments are not my thing.  That often is enough to end the conversation.  But this time I hesitate rather than flat out decline.

My reasons not to play tournaments are six.

Numero uno!  Players sandbag (i.e. players who are rated higher play at a lower level).  For example, a 4.0 rated team plays at 3.5 level and crushes everyone.  Since this is a social tournament so that is not an issue as this will be an informal gathering of friends.  That’s one vote for playing.

Numero dos!  My goodness, there is so much down time between matches at a weekend tournament.  Who wants to blow a whole Saturday sitting around?   Since this Friday night will be round robin of nearly constant play, downtime will not be of concern.  That’s two votes for giving it a shot.

Tres!  It’s a tournament.  The point is to win.  I get that.  What I don’t like is the usual strategy in tournaments, which is to direct all the shots at the weaker player.  Many is the time when Hannah and I play together in recreation games, 80-90% of the shots are aimed at her; again and again, she is their punching bag.  It puts a ton of pressure on her and I play the role of the potted plant.

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Quatro!  The reverse is true.  I hate, in an effort to win, playing entirely at the weaker player.  I like rec play when I can hit most of my shots at the better player to work on my game and be challenged by their superior play to mine.  My partner and I probably lose more than we should, but how else am I going to get better?  And what fun is it picking on the weaker player?  It’s not exactly a tactic to build community.

Cinco de Mayo!  Then there are the bangers.  Unable or unwilling to play the soft game of drop shots and dinking that top players use all the time, bangers smash the pickleball time and time again from the baseline.  It’s boring.  Boom, bam, thank you ma’am; the point is over in a flash.  I get that banging can be a successful strategy; for me, it lacks the nuances of the soft game which is why I love to play pickleball.

Seis!  Players become too serious.  Every point matters.  Winning uber alles.  The fun and comradery vibe of pickleball is lost.

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Two of the four courts at the Jordan Small Middle School in Raymond, Maine

But this tournament seems different.  It’s billed as social; there’s lots of play (round robin means we’ll be playing eight games).  We are to bring hors d-oeuvres to share.  Janet’s cool, and Hannah and I are sufficiently intrigued to see how we like a mixed pickleball tournament.

Part II describes how we deal with tournament play, which will be posted on Wednesday.

Dan Returns to Junior High on the Pickleball Court

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For the sixth year running, Hannah and I have come to the Central California Coast to take a bite out of winter.  Returning to the Santa Barbara area, we have come to hike its mountains, walk its bluff trails, renew friendships, lunch in the sun, write and rewrite, and play lots of pickleball.

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Working on my third shot drop

On our first Tuesday of the new year, Hannah and I venture to the pickleball courts in Santa Barbara to see three players needing a fourth.  I offer to Hannah, Why don’t you play here?  I’ll warm up on the far court, where I see three others.

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Hannah always at the ready

As I approach, one woman immediately asks, What’s your rating?  I am naked, blindsided by her question.  I expected to just hit a few balls as I did two days ago in Ventura and establish my pickleball street cred.  With no pretense nor subtlety, she lays it right out with her underlying message, Are you worthy?

Similar to my days at Thomas Jefferson Junior High School in Fair Lawn, NJ, I feel exposed and vulnerable.  Will I measure up?  Am I good enough?  As a teenager, the answers were no and no back in 1962 .  Will today be any different?

Ratings in pickleball determine the pecking order of the sport.  Beginners are 1.0 to 2.5.  Intermediate players are 3.0.  The 3.5 rating gets us invited to the pickleball courts for advanced play at the Westbrook Community Center in Maine.  And 4.0 is cool, not as amazing as the 4.5s and 5.0s.

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One of the many 4.0 faces at Santa Barbara Pickleball

I say to her, 4.0, without choking or looking at my feet.  She is appeased but only slightly.  She wonders about tournament play and I nod 4.0. This is a modern day version of the junior high lunch room, where the cool kids determine who makes the grade.

Having stumbled on to the 4.0/4.5 courts in Santa Barbara, I team up with Paula v the killer team of Betsy and Jim.  Distracted by self-doubts on this outdoor court (I play indoors most of the year in Maine), I am having my feet put to the fire right away.

My first shots float over the net and fall at their feet.  I exhale and realize that they are not 4.5s who would eat me for lunch.  But they are good.  The game is both subtle with third shot drops and dinks as well as slams when any of us leave the ball just a little too high.

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Former tennis champion and another face of 4.0 in Santa Barbara

Down 4 to 1 in a game to 11, I hear Good shot Dan when I angle the ball out of our opponents reach at the net.  Soon it’s 6-4 our favor as my soft game of drop shots and dinks proves successful more often than not.  I’m starting to feel like I belong as I my serve, though not powerful, is consistent and my short game mostly on target.

Unbelievably to me, we win 11-8.  At the net, we knock paddles in appreciation of a good game; they smile and nod at the newbie.  As we walk off, Betsy adds with a smile, You belong.

Mon dieu, it’s not Junior High Part II!



PS  Two days later, I match up with a bevy of 4.5s and feel what’s it like to be chewed up, spit out, and picked clean.

PSS  After two months, Santa Barbara Pickleball has been a godsend with good play with good folks.  Two of my favs are pictured above (Paula and Jim), but many others have made me feel welcomed (Dave, E, Amanda, Paul, Sal, Juan, Andres, Brent, Tim, Venetia)

Dan and Hannah Mix Pickleball with Chinese Foot Massage

There are big T truths (e.g. one’s religious or spiritual beliefs) and there are small t truths (e.g. one’s personal beliefs).  I have two of my small t truths for you.

Don’t wait for friendship.  Though introverts by nature, Hannah and I roam beyond our comfort zone and make the effort to meet others wherever we go.  Relationships and friendships are possible.

Chinese Yes

Importance of saying yes.  Previously, I would do a cost/benefit analysis in my mind for new activities.  Worth my time?  Would I really like it?  Today, I generally make no calculations, and just say Yes, and sort out the details later.  Let me explain.

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Dan, John, Leonard, and Rodrigo

Today, Hannah and I swim past our comfort zone into the deep end and drive 18 miles south from Carpinteria to the pickleball courts of Ventura to a place where we do not know a soul.  There, Leonard, the pickleball ambassador, greets us.  Ambassadors our usually genial, welcoming, and supportive, and Leonard is certainly all that.  Then, John steps up, introduces himself, and gets us into a game.

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Ventura Pickleballers

Throughout the morning, I pickle on the outdoor courts at De Anza Middle School with the guys, among them Bruce, Leonard, Jessie, Rodrigo, Jim, and Mark while Hannah slices and dices with some excellent women players.

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Ready for action at Bamboo Creek Spa

As the morning of play wraps up, Mark says, some of us go to Ojai for lunch and then get a Chinese foot message.  Would you two like to join us?

That would be a quick Yes.

Jump forward to our final outdoor pickleball Saturday during our California month of February away from home.  As exclusively indoor pickleball players back in Maine, we learn of the challenges of playing in the open air.  Rain in the drought-stricken Central Coast is not one of the issues.  In this winter “rainy” season, we have had barely a tenth of an inch of rain the entire month.

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The winds of California under blue skies

Wind and sun are another matter.  Always checking my Weather Channel app for the wind speeds, I have learned that five to ten mph is fine for outdoor play, with little effect on my game.  Above 10 mph gets tricky and 20 mph is insane.  Being in California, we have the ever-present blue skies.  On one hand that makes for excellent tans for the New Englanders; on the other, hitting lobs into the sun becomes a roll of the dice.

Today, with the wind picking up throughout the morning, games become less about skill and more about dealing with the elements.  Players with the wind must temper their shots while those against the wind must muster all their power to get the pickleball (like a wiffle ball) over the net.  The comradery and sunshine trump the wind, as play wraps up for another Saturday.

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Lynne and Mark at Bonnie Lu’s

Looking to mix the pairs for our drive to Ojai, I suggest to Mark that he drive with me and Hannah drive with Mark’s wife, Lynne.  Just another stepping out of the comfort zone moment for us introverts.  For the twenty-minute drive, which turns into forty because of roadside power line repair, Mark and I learn of our north Jersey connection (he Hohokus and me Fair Lawn [I know it’s I instead of me, but I don’t like the sound and flow of I.) and learn of each other’s families and past working lives (both public school employees, he a business manager and me a teacher).

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Pre-foot massage lunch at down home Bonnie Lu’s

Once in Ojai, we dine on the king-size sandwiches at Bonnie Lu’s and leave with half our BLT and Rueben for tomorrow’s lunch.

Properly nourished, we four head to the Bamboo Creek Spa in a store front just off the main drag in Ojai.  Learning that there is no talking during the massage, we also only whisper in the waiting area, which makes us three deal with life on Hannah’s terms (she with the hushed voice).

Filling out the registration, we sign-in with our first name, select the service wanted (i.e. foot massage), and decide from 1 to 7 how much hand pressure we prefer on our feet.  Being a first timer and soft, I opt for 3.

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Hannah mellowing out at Bamboo Creek Spa

First, Hannah and Lynne are taken to a side room, as I trail behind with my ever-present iPhone.  My blog does not wait.  Being as little annoying as possible, I snap and retreat to the waiting area to, well, wait and whisper with Mark.

Mark and I are soon taken to the front room and seated in adjustable lounge chairs with remotes.  In front of each of us are two-foot square ottomans; soon a towel is draped over the lower half of our bodies.  Removing my sandals and socks, I wait.  (nota bene – may I remind you that my socks have played two hours of pickleball)

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Soon, a bathroom size waste basket is brought out with warm herbal water in a plastic bag.  The foot soak begins my 30-minute massage ($21 per session seems like quite the bargain).  The theory is that massaging reflex points in the feet restores natural energy flow.  While Mark, a veteran of the foot massage, zones out, a woman approaches to dry my soaking feet and wrap each one in a towel.  She then squirts soothing oil into her hands and let the massaging begin.

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My masseuse

After two hours of pickleball and a reasonably big lunch, I am ready to nod off, but I have a stronger need to see what she does.  Ever the photo journalist, I take pictures of the masseuse in action.

At times when she is working the sole of my foot, my foot involuntarily spasms as she goes from the front pad of my foot to the arch.  Ever the pro, she senses my tic and continues gently.

Fifteen minutes on the left foot and then fifteen on the right.  Delightfully refreshing, the massage has Hannah feeling that her sensitive and aching feet have never felt better.  Thankful and mellow, we tip our masseuses.

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The look of foot massage mellow

Walking back to our cars with Mark and Lynne, I appreciate the new experience; the feeling of being among new friends made this one of the highlights of our month in February.

Our best experiences are always about the people, which happen more often when we head to the deep end and simply say yes.



Dan and Hannah Come to Ventura, California for Pickleball Magic

Every so often, Hannah and I talk about the words we’ll put on our tombstones.  It’s not a heavy at all, in fact, ironic and light.  Truth be told, upon cashing in our chips, we will donate our bodies to the Medical School at the University of New England (Maine); ergo, there will be no headstone.  Still, we think what words would capture our legacy.  Recently, Hannah’s latest thought is There.

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For me, my latest is He Tried.  Let me explain.

Since coming to California, Hannah and I have been transitioning from a focus on hiking to one on pickleball; as we turn 70, we are focusing on growing relationships over the physical challenges of climbing mountains and hiking to waterfalls.  When hiking, it’s just the two of us, with the occasional brief conversation with others along the way.

On the other hand, pickleball opens doors for new relationships.  At new pickleball venues, we have two to three hours of playing, talking between games, and finding out what we have in common, athletically and individually.  Longtime readers of this blog know of the magic we had in north Georgia with the Yonah Mountain Pickleball Club.  That association led us a pickleball club party and overnights with two couples in their homes.  Click here for that blog.

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Last year during our February month in California, we played afternoon pickleball in Santa Barbara.   Though we made no connections, I reached out and gave it a shot.  Though I came up empty, one could reasonably say, He Tried.

But this year in addition to pickling in Santa Barbara, we are branching out by playing in Ventura (18 miles south of Carpinteria on The 101) Saturdays on the outdoor pickleball courts at the De Anza Middle School.

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Ventura Pickleballers with the Mainers

Arriving in Ventura on the Saturday before the Super Bowl, we have a mix of men and women, mostly seniors.  Hannah and I eventually find our level, she with the women and me with the guys.  As indoor players, we are learning to adjust to the wind as well as hitting overheads with the sun in our eyes.

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Dan, John, Leonard, and Rodrigo on the Ventura pickleball courts

Encouraged and sensing a good vibe, Hannah and I return the following Saturday for more play.  After our two hours, we sit in collapsible patio chairs, shooting the breeze with the other players.

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Pickleballers Bruce and Anneli with the club logo

As Hannah and I walk from the courts, I spot Bruce and mention how much I enjoy his dinking soft game (i.e. hitting short shots just over the net) and thank him for welcoming us.  Exchanging business cards, we go our separate ways.  Later on the ride home after mentioning my conversation with Bruce, Hannah mentions her play with his wife Anneli, with the summation, She’s good.

With Bruce’s business card in hand and only two and a half weeks left in our stay in Carpinteria, I shoot off an email to add substance to my legacy of He Tried.

Hey Bruce and Anneli, 

Thanks for you all including Hannah and me in your Saturday pickleball games.  It’s been a treat.  We wonder if you and Anneli would like to have a cup of coffee or glass of wine in the coming week or two at our condo in Carpinteria or we’d drive to your place.   Just a thought, no pressure.  Look forward to pickleball again this Saturday.   Dan

(The next day, we get this email from Bruce.)

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Anneli, Bruce, and Hannah at the Snapper Jack’s counter

Hello Dan and Hannah,

 It is very nice to have you two playing with us while you are visiting California.  We would enjoy an off-court visit. Will your schedule allow a lunch time visit next week?  Since you offered to come to Ventura, perhaps a stop at our office next week followed by a walk into downtown Ventura? We have several preferred spots for fish or steak tacos if you like.   Bruce

It’s always easier staying home, sitting on the couch reading, watching television, or wasting time on the computer or smart phone; there’s no risk.  Ah, but there’s often little reward.  I want more than being homebound and gagged and give it a shot.  Hence, He Tried.

Ten days later, driving down The 101 right on the Pacific Ocean to Ventura, we meet Bruce and Anneli at their office.  Intrigued by his career as an architect, I find his explanation of the houses and businesses he designs fascinating.  Fortunately he has Anneli to run the show as the business manager.  In addition, Bruce volunteers to teach 3rd graders architecture (i.e. perspective drawing).

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Having recommended fish tacos for lunch, Bruce and Anneli walk with us to Snapper Jack’s Taco Shack a few blocks away on Main Street.  Rocking at 1P, Snapper Jack’s is where we’ll have our very first fish tacos.  As you know, when in Rome…

Following Bruce’s lead, I order one soft corn and one crispy flour fish taco with a side of rice and refried beans with tortilla chips to boot.  Already, I am thinking we must bring our grandsons, Owen and Max, here when they visit next year.

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Al fresco in February with Bruce, Anneli, Dan, and Hannah.

Similar to our walk and talk in twos to Snapper Jack’s, the conversation over lunch flows easily as they are both interested in us as well as share their interesting, active lives.  A cliché works here.  Two hours fly and it’s like we have new old friends.  It’s magic.

Returning to their office, as they do have jobs, we hug good-bye, and part as Bruce says, Thanks for reaching out.  He gets it.  He appreciates the effort.  It’s always worth trying, especially if I am going to earn my epitaph He Tried.

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Hannah a way out on the Ventura Pier

Taking Ash Avenue to the walkway across The 101 to the Ventura Pier and Ventura Promenade at Surfer’s Point at Seaside Beach, we see a lone female surfer, head to toe in a wet suit.  On a windy afternoon, we walk out the pier and celebrate another sunny day during the “rainy” winter season in southern California.

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Palm-lined waterfront Ventura Promenade

Taking the stairs down off the pier, we have a wide waterfront walkway along the Pacific Ocean with the Ventura Fairgrounds to our landward side.  With the wind up, we are still comfortable in shorts knowing in two weeks winter is going to slap us in the face.  March is still real winter in Maine.

I wonder, were the fish tacos really that good?  Or was it the company while eating the fish tacos the reason why they tasted so good?  I’d go with door number two.

As a long-time believer in Davy Crockett’s Some days you get the bear, and some days the bear gets you, I am content with my epitaph, He tried.

Dan and Hannah Hit the Pickleball Hotspots in Northern California

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Reno Pickleballers

Though hiking five National Parks (Sequoia, King’s Canyon, Yosemite, Lassen, and Redwood) in California is a dream quintet, Hannah and I do love us some pickleball, too.  A week into our national parks road trip for my 70th birthday (in December 2017), we found quality pickleball in Reno, Nevada, a town that was not even on our original schedule.

After a weekend in northern California hiking at Lassen Volcanic and Redwood National Parks, we are ready for a day off from the trail; pickleball to the rescue.  Fact is, we are fried.  After nine hikes in seven days in the Sierras, we need this Monday for chilling; and pickleball is our chilling of choice.

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Lassen is 60 miles east of Redding and Redwoods are 40 miles north of Eureka

Turns out this day in Eureka, we scored an $89 promotional rate room to the classy Clarion Hotel by Humboldt Bay.  Treated like royalty, we find the breakfast elite.  Sit yourself down and prepare to have your mouth watered.  For the first time on a road trip, there are flaky biscuits, and gravy for Hannah.  Add freshly-made oatmeal in a cauldron as well as eggs that are not left on an island, but are accompanied by crispy home fries and crispier bacon.  Heaven at Seven (AM that is!)

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Arcata Pickleball

Our day away from the trail begins with morning pickleball at the Community Center in Arcata, minutes from the Pacific Ocean.  Ambassador Jan organizes a few drills; since there are only eight of us, we play non-stop for more than two hours.  Two other visitors, Rick and Eric, raise the level of competition and quality pickleball is had by one and all.

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HSU has an on campus redwood trail that we hiked!

A day of chilling is followed by an afternoon walk through the campus of Humboldt State University in the aforementioned Arcata.  I do have one plea for HSU.  Both the men’s and women’s athletic teams are called Lumberjacks!  WTF!   Humboldt State could learn a thing or two from Northern Arizona University, where the men’s teams are the Lumberjacks and the women’s teams are the Lumberjills!

With temperatures going to the low 90s three hours to the south in Santa Rosa (an hour north of SF) this week, Hannah and I decide to spend an extra night in Eureka (Its summer temps are often in the 60s, winter in the 50s.)  And yes, that is the same Santa Rosa that ten days later was devastated by wild fires.

So pickleball in Eureka it is.  We know the gold standard of ambassadors in Laurie Lee of the Yonah Pickleball Club in northern Georgia and Roger Huppe in Springvale, Maine.  Well, my communication with the Humboldt Bay Pickleball ambassador Colleen Foster has been nothing short of supportive and attentive.  Her prompt and detailed emails kept us informed of the play in Eureka as well as play in the nearby towns of Arcata, McKinleyville, and Fortuna.

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Hannah ready to serve at the Adorni Rec Center in Eureka

After two games with Hannah and two women on the Eureka courts, I step aside and wait to play with the guys on the last court, who look tough.  They slam, they bang, and they dink (soft shots strategically placed just over the net) at a high level; I’m pushing it to play with them, but I think, what the hey.

Watching from the sidelines for a while, I see they are going to switch partners and continue playing as a foursome.  Having more confidence than I ever did in high school, I approach them and ask to play.  They welcome me in, as Luis, a thirty something, gives me his spot; I play with Javier against two accomplished 4.0/4.5 rated players.

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In pickleball, beginners are rated 1.0 to 2.0.  3.0’s play more consistently and are beginning to learn that pickleball is more than just slamming the ball as hard as possible.  3.5’s play the finesse game.  I think of myself as a 3.5 who, when on fire, approaches 4.0.  4.5’s and 5.0’s have it all.  I’d have to practice eight days a week to even sniff those ratings; call me soft, but I am just not motivated to reach that rung.  Being a three-days-a-week recreational pickleball player is just my cup of tea.

Playing with Javier, I see that our opponents have all the shots.  I can play with these guys but for the first time in a long time it is clear that Javier and our opponents are stronger players than I am.

For a little background, when I play on the road, I am often one of the strongest players, and, on occasion, the best one on the court.  At our home court in Saco on the coast of Maine, I am not Norm, the top player, but I hold my own.

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Dan has seconds

Today is different as I am on the “competitive” court and these guys make me pay by smashing any shot of mine that was just a little too high above the net.  I play four games with different high-quality players and never win once.  There’s no denying it, I am the weak link.  Once when my partner and I are up 10-7 in a game to eleven, our opponents talk strategy at the baseline, then drill me with their slams.  It works; they win 12-10.  Make mine a slice of humble pie!

Today, I take the long view and am so appreciative of the chance to sharpen my skills with these excellent players.

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Rockin’ Eureka Pickleballers

And it all began because of Pickleball Ambassador, Colleen Foster, who made Hannah and me feel that we had a home away from home on the Pacific Coast in Eureka, California.

Thank you, Colleen.