Long before I was a paraglider I was a backpacker. I grew up in the time of external frame packs, lived through the transition to internal frame (an Arc’teryx Bora 40 was my first), got into ultra lightweight packs, and only then found paragliding and temporarily forgot about the principles of carrying a load in […]
This was originally written for SAILING Magazine, and is published here with the consent of the Schanen family (owners of the J/145 MAIN STREET on Lake Michigan– http://sailingmagazine.net). Once every 24 hours, for a scant 15 minutes or so, waves break on the Pacific side of the Panama Canal. The break is less than 200 yards from the
I am an edgewalker. I am some strange amphibian in a world of lakes and raised dikes. I cross from one body of water to another, swimming on the surface, perhaps porpoising down, though never to the bottom. The bottom is deeper than I am willing to go. I wander always, restless to see more.