I can't believe that another year has gone by! I moved to Seattle in July of 2013, and now it's time for me to say good bye. I'm heading to Portland in one week, and hopefully this will be my final destination after years of travel. For the past 10 years I've lived on the East, the Midwest, and now the West coast, and everywhere I go I seem to have the ability to find a bunch of nuts who are hooked up on windsurfing. No matter the conditions, or the weather, there is always a somebody who likes to sheet in, and I somehow find him. I hate to say good bye to good friends, so hopefully I'll be seeing these guys when they go down to the Gorge, as they usually do. So I guess I'll see you there folks!
Wednesday City League at Des Moines. A bunch of old race boards, friends, and wind. Perfect.
I started windsurfing as an excuse to visit my brother in Tarifa, Gibraltar, his usual windsurfing spot. The moment I stepped on a board I was hooked. I love windsurfing because it's fun, it took me to amazing places, and because I met wonderful people through the sport.
This is my story, I hope you enjoy it...