When I arrived in Chicago I was greeted by hot, humid, muggy weather. And in the space of the cab ride from the airport, it rained, heavily, on four different…

My paddle in Santa Cruz was going to be the maiden voyage of my new Folbot Cooper kayak. And had I not smashed about 300 shots of Cabo Wabo tequila…

It’s pretty weird to fly for 14 hours to the other side of the world, only to find it is the same as where you’ve come from. I mean there…