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eileen hansen, writer

EVERYONE HAS A STORY TO TELL, BUT IT'S THE ONE WELL TOLD THAT YOU REMEMBER.

March 26, 2013

Taking a Cue from Stephen Stills

by eileen hansen


Sunday, March 24, 8:30 a.m. Lucy and me making ripples with our needle-nosed shells.

Sunday, March 24, 8:30 a.m. Lucy and me making ripples with our needle-nosed shells.

Sunday, March 24, 8:30 a.m. Lucy and me making ripples with our needle-nosed shells.

Sunday, March 24, 8:30 a.m. Lucy and me making ripples with our needle-nosed shells.

Last Sunday saw me sending ripples through miles of blue satin in the Larkspur Ferry Channel. The day before I was bronco riding waves under the Golden Gate. This morning, Stefan and I rowed beyond the Gate to Point Diablo, surfing the swells on our way back as the full moon closed shop and the rising sun sent out advance teams in gold and peach.

The unifying factor – water, in just about every form. The underlying result – more peace, more calm, more blisters, and lots of happiness.

There are plenty of days when I can't get out on the water. But when that happens and when time allows, I hit the trails or the streets and go for a run to get the endorphins going.

Not going to lie; I'm partial to water. But as Stephen Stills said, "If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with." So if you're looking for options, just walk out your front door.

Monday, March 25, 7:19 a.m. On the way back from Point Diablo.

Monday, March 25, 7:19 a.m. On the way back from Point Diablo.

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