Southern California Beach Town bike tour – San Juan Capistrano to San Deigo and beyond
Kim and I had a great weekend. We did a bike tour, on the tandem, from San Juan Capistrano to San Diego and Imperial Beach. We set out from San Juan Capistrano Sat. morning. It was grey and cool, and I was a little nervous as we headed out. We cruised towards Dana Point, and […]
Rarotonga, Cook Islands 2010
A few months ago, I found some cheap fares to Rarotonga, in the Cook Islands. Kim and I decided to spend our thanksgiving there, and had a great time. Rarotonga feels to me much like Hawaii in terms of the ocean life and the geography and plant life, though it’s much smaller than most of […]
US Waveski National Championships
I had such a fantastic time at the US Waveski National Championships! Competing with over 78 paddlers, including amazing athletes from Australia and South Africa, it was the best contest of my competition history.
Zion National Park – Hiking the Narrows and Canyoneering
Kim and I vactioned in Zion National Park, where we hiked the amazing Narrows hike, learned about canyonering, explored some amazing canyons, had our car snacked on by squirrels, rode bikes and more. We’re been lucky enough to travel to some amazing spots in the planet, and when I do a trip like this I’m reminded that, especially in terms of natural beauty, America has some stuff that ranks right at the top of the list.
Ecuador
Some of this has been copy/pasted from emails I sent, so if tenses shift midway, please excuse. I decided to take a Trip on Tuesday Jan 5th. On Sat, the 9th I left for Ecuador. After some flight delays, I got into Quito at about 11 pm Sat. Night. I was pretty beat, and though […]
Passing Out Rice In Vietnam
“Laa”Vietnam – 2004Our cameraman is doubled over in the backseat. His stomach isn’t feeling very well. Whether it was something he ate this morning or last night is anyone’s guess, but for the moment, he’s just sort of hunched over and clutching his stomach with a blank expression on his face. My mom is […]
My Grandfather’s Grave
I have never seen my uncle cry. Not the heaving kind that affects your entire body, and leaves those around you at odds over whether to leave you alone to bask in waves of emotion that so clearly need to emerge, or to come to your aid with arms of solace. Today, though, Uncle S. nearly hyperventilates through his tears as he kneels down in front of my grandfather’s grave to make out the inscription on the headstone.