Windsurfing!!!
In 1986 I began windsurfing in the San Francisco Bay. Little did I know that would change the course of my life and I would take a 31 year journey to challenge myself as far as I could in the ocean. I broke bones, got more stitches than I could count, almost drowned a few times, but I experienced nature from a perspective I will cherish for the rest of my life. Simply stated: The ocean is bad-ass and will reward you immensely but kick your ass in a heartbeat if you get too greedy.
I’ll start at the end
This was the last photo taken of me windsurfing (pink board). It was on Dec 4, 2017. It’s like a sun salutation in Yoga I suppose. Saying goodbye and thank you to Mother Nature.
I’ll work a little more in this section as a get old photos.
My best memories
Some
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Undoubtable screaming down the face of huge winter surf in Maui. The feeling of nearly free-falling as I dropped in as late as possible then laying down the sail and burying the fins and being on the inside rail of the board while looking up at a wall of water is indescribably. Everything had to be perfect or it ended in disaster with blood smashed gear on the infamous razor sharp Ho’okipa rocks (That’s not me but I did that more times than I can remember.)
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Pioneering windsurfing in Vietnam (more to follow)
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The ice cold water of Waddell and the IWT(more to follow)
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Scotts creek (more to follow)
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Pavilions
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Berkeley Marina
More to follow
More to follow