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.