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Many of you already know though I am a very serious practitioner of the art of Sunday Funday. But, for the uninitiated, Sunday Funday is exactly what it sounds like – spending all day Sunday doing whatever it is that sounds fun to you. Feel like reading in bed all day? Read in bed all day. Feel like having macaroni and cheese for breakfast? Eat mac and cheese for breakfast. Feel like having a White Russian with that mac and cheese? Well, you get the point. Barring some sort of emergency I have practiced Sunday Funday nearly every Sunday for…

Akaka Falls

Hawaii. What does one say about Hawaii that you haven’t heard or seen on TV a million times? I’ve heard about it my whole life, you’ve heard about your whole life and it all looked super appealing. But, I have a confession to make. I really never had the desire to go to Hawaii. There, I said it. Even after watching “Magnum P.I.” and “Hawaii Five-O” and those “Brady Bunch” episodes I still just didn’t put it on my “want to travel to” list. I bet you never heard that about Hawaii before have you? Before you call me a self-entitled jerk, or…

I spent World Oceans Day netting my favorite fish, the Permit. There, I said it. Now I have something else to say – I abhor nets. Hate them to no end. Even the sight of them makes my stomach turn. In my experience, nets are often the tool of poachers, the very people who pillage and plunder the rich natural resources in the waters surrounding my beloved Xcalak and Mahahual. In the span of a day, a couple of guys (or ladies, I don’t discriminate) with a net can damage the ecosystem of an aquatic area so badly it may…

If “When in Rome, do as the Romans do” is good advice, then I say “When in Appalachia, drink the moonshine” is also sound advice. So, the other day on the way to the grocery store when we saw a sign that said “Moonshine Tasting” next to a rutted dirt road we, of course, made the turn. As known connoisseurs of taking the road less traveled (both literally and figuratively), we’ve elevated getting sidetracked on the way to the store to an artform, but neither of us had ever been to a moonshine tasting before. We didn’t really know what…

Jason and Santiago

Hi, my name is Jason and I am an addict. Those words probably aren’t a big surprise to some of you but we’re not talking about drinking beer or the Kansas City Chiefs here. We’re talking about fishing, specifically, saltwater fly fishing. Wait! Stop! Please don’t run away! This isn’t a post all about fishing, I mean, it kind of is but it’s actually more about my quest to find things that I enjoy doing and am passionate about. A large part of the reason Deidre and I left our relatively stable, but ultimately unsatisfying, life behind and embarked on this…

Reading in a skort

I wear skorts. This is not something I thought I’d ever be doing after I left 8th grade, never mind proudly admitting to (and I am so very proud), but I do. I am not a tennis player, golfer or physical education coach – all people who have a legitimate reason to wear skorts – but I wear them constantly, and I love it. I realize that this shorts/skirt combo is the equivalent of wearing a mullet on my lower half. The skirt is my party on the outside, all business underneath with my shorts, but you know what? I just don’t…

diving in mahahual

As much as I enjoy scuba diving, and I do, I really do, sometimes it has some elements that can make it tough to love.  Just getting to the dive site is often a study in masochistic behavior for me. The day usually starts super early with a dive briefing while I pick at the provided soggy fruit “breakfast.” That’s followed up by putting on a smelly wetsuit (no matter how many times they’re washed they never quite lose that distinctive pee smell) and then trying not to vomit up that breakfast while on a long, sometimes bone jarring ride…

pantless paddling

As I attempted not to vomit into the North Fork River I wondered where on the long list of bad decisions I’ve made in my life that last White Russian ranked. I’m nearly 42 years old and these days I have no business staying up much past dark, let alone drinking White Russians and telling old war stories with my college buddies until nearly dawn. Yet, that’s what I’d done and now here I was sweating in waders and trying not to pollute the very river that I’d come to experience. How had I come to be (possibly) dying of dehydration…

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