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The van seems empty at times…. the way my voice echoes as I sing yet another hot track by Wolf Parade. Yet it’s filled to the brim. I have two bikes on the rack, seven and five weight fly rods, five sheets of high-powered rock music, a drybag half-full of… Read the rest
Under the best of circumstances, swimming through whitewater can be disorientating. Even though I’ve done so many times, every time I end up out of my kayak and in the water, it’s a little overwhelming. Currents pull and twirl my body, water rushes over my face, I float and spin… Read the rest
As I type this, I’m sitting the Safeway parking lot in Pollock Pines, CA. I just dropped of my buddies at the top of the Golden Gate section of the SF American River. I’m not paddling because I hurt my shoulder, the first shoulder injury of my kayaking career. We… Read the rest
This week has been on idle. Lots of editing and uploading and the weather not being the most cooperative. On many days, it blows heavy from the north, bringing along sand from the dunes. Yesterday, we even had some hail. But to our great pleasure, the wind turned west then… Read the rest
