A good friend Diego Castro has put up a few edits from last years South American journeys. Here are 2 links of Peru kayaking and lifestyling. Gracias Gordito
Peru part 1
Peru part 2
Sunday, November 9, 2014
Monday, November 3, 2014
With the first sign of your special place, your mood could change, memories of adventure, good people, shared meals, and a simple life all start to come back to you. During this moment all your worries seem to be put on hold as you arrive back to your special place. Life is at it’s best.
For me one of those places starts as I cross the border and get in the lane heading south down the 1 towards Rosarito/Ensenada. As I drive along this foreign road a fence divides two countries and I feel like I am on the right road. With the first sign of the ocean, whether she is breathing long powerful swells or in her gentle tranquil state, at this moment is when life starts to make a little sense. From the toll road to the coast highway and turning off on that bumpy dirt road, I am slowly arriving to my little slice of heaven. Life starts to become more simple.
I wake up early to the sound of the ocean. As I step out onto the deck for as far as I can see is a sight so mesmerizing. The Pacific Ocean, right now life revolves around her.
A warm cup of coffee sits by my side as I take in mother natures morning music. The fisherman start their day by patrolling their lobster traps just along the reefs avoiding the breaking waves. Pelicans fly by in perfect unisons. Every now and then one breaks off to go explore the sea, gliding among her swells. I sit still, breathe slowly and welcome another beautiful day in Paradise.
That first splash of the cold water as I paddle out in the surf puts me in a state of bliss. I will share this with others, but also find solitude and peace. I try to become one with her, mimicking the movements of the waves and then I realize how small I am in something so big, beautiful and vast. The ocean is my playground. In these moments everything is lost, except I feel so found. Once again I made it home.
Enjoy the photos of our trip from BC to Baja.
Epic times with amazing people.
Friday, October 17, 2014
“A river is a river, always there, and yet the water flowing through is never the same and is never still… Are people like that? Am I like that? Always me, always flowing, but always different? Do I change like a river? Sometimes eddying back on myself, sometimes bursting my banks from so much life…”
Summertime, a word with so much meaning. The sun is out, the sound of the river, tall tales of amazing adventure, a warm cooked meal seated with a bunch of friends, laughter and dancing, all of this is real. This summer like many others has had its far share of adventure and good times. I came somewhere new, Squamish, discovered new rivers and a beautiful part of the world and became a part of another amazing community.
The refugee camp
Our Home for the summer. I find myself using the term “home or house” when I describe where I live, even though it is more of a camp than anything. There was about 11 full time people living at our camp as well as friends coming and going. Our family consisted of mostly international raft guides and a few other friends that work in Squamish. Australians, Kiwis, frenchies, Americans, and a few token Canadians made up our family. Over the summer we have contributed and been a part of daily dinner parties, wine nights, river days, working, concerts and many good memories. We share a tented camp kitchen area, tented living room, washrooms and our actual “house” may be a tent, a van or a homemade cabin. Thank you to the many who have been a part of refugee camp, we love you all.
My first month here I was on full kayak mode and chasing as many new rivers as possible. The actual first week I was here I think I paddled a new section of river each day and sometime 2 new sections a day. Ashlu box canyon, mine run, Elaho “Fear Canyon”, Callagan, Soo, Upper Cheakamus, all rivers that soon became classic summertime runs. With a slow first month of work, we rallied our crew down to Washington for a sweet week of American runs. The kayak charged lasted for a solid month or so while work was slowing pick up. Once we got into full time rafting work the kayaking slowed down a bit, but we always found time for a few Box laps a week, along with maybe a check or Callagan, then some big water fun on Fear Canyon.
This area of BC is a mecca for kayaking and outdoor sports. It has been great to have some amazing friends pass through town and also meet new paddlers from all over. It is crazy the amount of talented paddlers that are in the area, it is always good to see the sport of kayaking being pushed and enjoyed by people from all over the world.
Sometimes Life does not go as planned...
And your face hits a rock, more to this story later.
|Ashlu Box Canyon|
|The Best Australian Paddlers??? Marlow and Riley|
|Upper Cheakumus, Thanks MJ for the photos|
|Entrance to Fear Canyon|
|Kern Crew, Evan, Johnny and myself Garibaldi lake|
|Dancing feels this good|
Washington Road Trip
Photos by Andraz Krpic , the best Slovenian kayaker, no joke
|Buddy boating with Riley|
|Andraz killing it|
Thursday, August 14, 2014
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
The warm sun is coming over the mountains
A breathe of life comes in all forms
When I struggle to see tomorrow, I live for today
To close my eyes and look back on yesterday
I can see the progress and constant move forward
The unknown sometimes brings worry, but I try and focus on the positive
I wander this world, but I have a home
I wander but I have a family
I wander but I have a purpose
I can sit still for I know I am not alone.