Archive for August, 2010
After far too much deliberation, I decided that one thing was certain: I didn’t want to start the next leg of my voyage in a hurry. Instead of rushing off in search of a safe place to leave Swell in the unfamiliar islands to the west, I arranged to once… Read the rest
TMF stands for “Too Much Fun” but these trips are also known as sufferfests. Andy only gets one big trip every year and he tries to make it so extreme that he is happy to be back in North Dakota for as long as possible. Then he starts dreaming up… Read the rest
The sun is setting, but the lure of the the jade green pools and burnt orange stalactites prove irresistible. Staj and I glance at each other, quickly swap our bike shorts for swim trunks and scramble down the scree to the water.
This is a daily routine, and rarely is… Read the rest
Although most of my days under the ‘Big Sky’ have been spent driving and playing in the rain, there have been bits and pieces of the drive where the clouds have opened up and reflected beautifully upon the trees and rivers that have escorted me along the way. Driving into… Read the rest
I found myself in utter denial of my departure from French Polynesia. I seemed to just keep putting off the inevitable because I didn’t feel quite right about it… I wasn’t ready to leave. And how would I do everything I wanted to do in the next few months? I… Read the rest
I’ve always fancied myself a landlocked sailor of sorts. I spent my inland childhood pining for the waves of Cape Cod I discovered there on family vacations, delighting in the memories of swimming under waves, the smells of the beach, and the grit of sand in my teeth.
As an… Read the rest
