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City Life. Horns honk. Shuffling footsteps. Voices. All fill air. As you step away from the city streets. Move towards the Hudson River. It all seems to fade away. Just as the sounds soften. The visual aspects come to life. Facing west. The view passes from the Hudson River to …
The Breakdown. In an instant. Our focus goes. The stress. Frustration. Sneaks in. Riding on the back of our negative thoughts. Whether it is the big project at the office we were so close to completing. The last few questions on the exam. Or the big event we have been …
The Village Scene. The pastel colors of the buildings. Stick out like Easter Eggs. Hidden in the forrest. And plush green hills surround the vibrant colors of the village. Just like that of grass in an Easter Egg basket. And at the base of the mountain. Water surrounds the village …
An International Gathering. The word mate rings out through the air. Followed by a bit of banter in that exotic accent. Before it ends. The rolling words of the french language strung together quickly but so soothing. As that fades off Portuguese and Spanish languages all come together. And lastly …
Chasing the Wind. The howls that fill the air. Bending the tree branches. Creating ocean like waves. And leaving watersports enthusiast in a state of sheer joy. Building west of the Town of Hood River. And sometimes just East of Portland. Due to a weather pattern where warm temperatures and …
Sea to Sky. Weaving in and out of Vancouver traffic. Horns honking. People hustling through the streets. And sushi spots on every corner. Off in the distance. Hidden behind the buildings. Ones that reach straight up and out of sight. From inside the view of mini van. My eyes catch …
A Blossoming Community. Driving through the backroads of New Hampshire. Weaving through the rolling green hills. Single lane roads. Then eventually into a touch of city scape. Before sending it quickly into the rearview mirror. Traveling through many quaint country towns in southwestern New Hampshire. Many a funny looks were …
“I’ve never done this on land before.” The 20 stand up paddleboards. Neatly stretched across the snowmaking pond. Sat at base of Alpine Meadows. Whose mountains surrounded us in a panoramic fashion. With their peaks, some with snow most without. Reached high into bluebird sky. This was the setting for …
Stand Up For Veterans. The stories we hear. Our friends. Family members. Or even those we may not know. Who serve our country. Throughout the world. But when it is time to come home. It is our turn to support them. For all they do. A week ago Sunday. Over …
Learning to Paddle. A group of 35 faces. Standing in front of me. Some with smiles that match those of children at Disney world. While other faces had that scared look. The one that joins us as we tackle our biggest fear. And to some, we were about to do …