Monday, August 18, 2014


The Pebble Beach Concours d'Elegance began back in 1950 and is regarded as the premiere celebration of the automobile.  For two weeks this August, I lived at Pebble Beach surrounded by all things Concours and it was totally awesome.  Concours is many different events in one and includes the Tour d'Elegance, the Gooding auction, the Sunday Concours, manufacturers displays, test drives and dozens of other add-on events throughout Monterey.  It's a car lovers paradise in a stunningly beautiful environment that showcases everything from the classic roadsters you'd see in the old Bond movies to today's supercars like the Bugatti Veyron and the McLaren F1.  It attracts collectors, enthusiasts and the filthy rich from all parts of the globe.

For me, it was a chance to work with an incredible event team and I look forward to returning in 2015. I have two more days here at PB and then I'm off for some SUP camping with friends and family..!!..

Tour d'Elegance

1962 Ferrari 250 SWB Berlinetta

Gooding auction preview

buildout of the McLaren tent

Pretty stellar work environment
1954 Maserati

Concept Car Lawn

Gooding auction

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Full Teenager Immersion

12 kids aged 12-15 for 5 days of kayaking and camping on Tomales Bay.  Yes, I have some funny memories of the week.  That's what you get with full teenager immersion.  I got a healthy dose of what it's like to be a kid these days and enjoyed almost every minute of it.  Almost.  

We discussed literature - have you read the new book by Flip Dover titled The Beginners Guide to Sea Kayaking?  I believe it's from the Lost Works collection.  How about The Complete Guide to Table Tennis by Ping Pong?  

We told jokes.  What did the hamburger name his daughter?  Patty.  What did he name is son?  Scott. Don't try to get it - there's nothing to get.  

We talked shit.  Teenagers know how to talk shit, even if they have nothing to talk shit about. Awesome ends with "M" "E" but ugly starts with "U".

We paddled, we hiked, we lit campfires, played games, ate delicious meals.  We saw wildlife.  Seals, sea lions, crabs, jellyfish, fox, raccoon, coyote, elk, gulls and more.  

And of course, every time I said 'no' to something I got backtalk.  "Every party needs a pooper, that's why we invited you...."    

Monday, July 21, 2014

Eppie's Great Race 41

Four days before Eppie's Great Race, I got an email from Tom saying that he needed a last minute bow paddler for the last leg of the race, a 6.35 mile downriver paddle in a tandem open canoe.  As luck would have it for me, his paddling partner had a change of plans and couldn't make it back to Sacramento in time for the race, so I was in.

I don't know Tom very well, but I have tons of respect for him and it's awesome to see a great canoeist paddling in California.  He's fun to paddle with, he's a really positive ambassador for California paddling and is just a pleasure to be around.  I knew we'd paddle well together and was looking forward to canoeing downriver with him.

This was the 41st year of Eppie's and the country's oldest triathalon, but the first year for me.  It was great to see a well-organized race getting so many paddlers onto the Lower American river for some fun and exercise and to raise money for Sacramento County Therapeutic Recreation Services.  Tom had assembled a pretty great team and when Scott and I made the handoff from cycling to paddling, we were around tenth place overall, the second canoe team to hit the water.  The first team of canoeists got about a 3-4 minute start on us and were within sight for the first half of the race.  They were paddling a faster canoe, but we held ground the whole way.

Our run was almost flawless as we held speed, hit all of the whitewater right on our lines and finished in a pretty good time of 48:47 averaging about 7.6mph.  Nice race!

Thursday, July 3, 2014

Isles of Shoals SUP Trip

I could list at least 30 advantages that standup paddleboards have over sea kayaks, but paddling in a beam wind is not one of them.  Our 7 mile crossing back to the mainland from the Isles of Shoals lined up perfectly across the building wind and swell - not what we wanted.  So badly I wanted to just turn and start running downwind, catching bumps.  Not a bad plan except for the fact it would land us miles and miles away from where we needed to be.

At 7:15am I met up with Peter at the beach in Rye, my old neighborhood!  I hadn't seen him in a couple years, but he's one of these friends that no matter how much time passes or how many life changes occur, it's like we saw each other yesterday.  Our friendship was born on the water and it's still a great way to spend time with him.  Peter owns and operates Seven Rivers Paddling on the New Hampshire Seacoast and is responsible for introducing and hooking tons of kids and adults on paddling.

We exchanged hugs and greetings and got ready to paddle, figuring we'd have plenty of time to catchup once we were on the water.  A half hour later we launched through one foot surf and began paddling for Smuttynose Island, one of the Isles of Shoals set 7 - 7.5 miles off the New Hampshire and Maine coasts.  Our plan for the day was to repeat a trip we did together about eight years ago by crossing out to the Isles, enjoying some lunch and quiet and then making our way back after noon, catching the tide along the way.  The crossing out was uneventful but the 1hr 45min trip gave us plenty of time to get re-acquainted.  Arriving into Gosport Harbor was really cool and like entering a new land - buildings, islands, boats, rock formations, wildlife, calm waters in the harbor and it was all new to me since the last time I was here, visibility was very limited by fog.

The Isles of Shoals are made up of eight distinct islands, nine at high tide, and bridge the Maine New Hampshire border.  Appledore, Smuttynose, Malaga, Duck and Cedar islands are on the Maine side and Star, White and Lunging islands belong to New Hampshire.  The history of the Isles dates back to 1614 when English explorer Captain John Smith spotted and named them.  For this trip, we were visiting Peter's friends on Smuttynose who have worked on the island as stewards for two weeks each summer for years.  The first time we made this journey we were treated to fog & rain and were forced to make the trip by compass and sound.   This time we were generously offered great weather, good tides and acceptable wind.

At 25 acres, Smuttynose Island is the third largest of the Isles of Shoals and is privately owned but open to the public for hiking and day-use.  The island has a rich history including the tale of two brutal murders in the late 1800's written about and portrayed on the screen in The Weight of Water.  We discussed the history briefly with the family and got a tour of the two remaining buildings, including The Samuel Haley House, believed to be the oldest house in the state of Maine.  Maintaining the property and structures is a big part of their time on the island and I could tell they take pride in doing a good job.  Inside the house, looking out the windows across the island, there wasn't a modern item in site and I could imagine someone standing in the exact same spot two hundred years in the past with the exact same view of islands and open ocean.  

After more chatting and enjoying some lunch in the sunshine, we grabbed some beers and walked north along the islands' granite coast to the 'crack' a really cool swimming area with tall rocks to jump from and crystal clear twenty foot deep water to land in.  Making the plunge into the cold water was invigorating and gave us a chance to experience the maine tingle that comes with cold saltwater.

On the walk to and from the crack, the adult gulls were abnormally aggressive forcing us to wield sticks to keep them at bay.  Along the trail we saw a half dozen baby seagulls and nests complete with unhatched eggs, which explained the behavior of the adults.  Back to the launch site, we chatted some more while Nina and her family tried standup paddling in the harbor.

By 12:15pm, after a few hours relaxing on Smuttynose, we decided it would be smart to make the journey back to the mainland, anticipating an increase in wind at any minute.  We said our goodbyes, took a compass reading and began our journey back to Rye.  As we made our approach to Jenness Beach the winds kicked up a notch during the last twenty minutes and whitecaps began taking over the sea.  I'm grateful for a fun day on the water with a good friend and a chance for some nice paddling on my home coast.

Looking out at the Isles of Shoals from Rye, New Hampshire on a clear day

gearing up to launch

Beginning the crossing.

Peter entering Gosport Harbor

The Samuel Haley House - believed to be the oldest structure in the state of Maine

Beautiful day to relax and play before our crossing home
Gosport Harbor.  Star Island retreat center in the background.

Return trip across the wind

Saturday, June 28, 2014

Returning to Newcastle

On Friday morning I had a few hours to myself and decided to go paddle the loop around Newcastle, a classic route I often paddled years ago that mixes up river, coast and tidal backchannel.  Conditions were near perfect with light wind, abundant sunshine, no boat traffic, very little swell and a flooding tide.

For this trip I packed full standup paddling kit into one bag consisting of 14' race inflatable, 3-piece paddle, leash, PFD, paddling clothing, VHF, water dromedary & drybag.  With a quick inflate of the board, I was on the water by 8:15am, just as the sun was getting high enough to provide some warmth.  I rode the eddies downriver, but upcurrent, since the tidal influence on the Piscataqua River is stronger than the natural current of the river.  Making my way to the Northeast corner of the island, I crossed past the Portsmouth Harbor Light, a station that dates back to 1771 and is currently listed on the National Register of Historic Places.

After stopping for a photo, I ferried across the river mouth into the wind over to the Maine side for a quick stop at Wood Island and a closer look at the structure, which seemed to be in the same condition I remembered it in from 10 years ago.  Run down, but beautiful in the perfect light of the day and the bluebird background.  Another few minutes south put me in the lee behind Whaleback Light, a station dating back to 1820 situated atop the rocks of Whaleback Reef.  Back in the day we used to rush out to the point during big winter storms and watch the waves exploding most the way up this 50ft structure.  It was always an impressive display at how mighty the ocean could be and made you puff your chest up a bit.  Those were fun times living on the coast.  As I write this a memory just popped into my head of taking the old 4runner along the coast roads, swerving to avoid lobster traps in the street and driving under the spray of breaking waves on the sea wall.  Those days of 'stormchasing' were some of the most exciting times living at the beach and were usually followed by cold, blue sky days and large, frigid New England surf.

I continued to reminisce on my way back through Little Harbor, the back channel and along the Portsmouth decks.  Nice look back into paddling days of old!

looking upriver to the Maine side of the river

the view from Pierce Island where I learned to paddle

Portsmouth Harbor Lighthouse

Whaleback Light

East Coast Homecoming

In my heart I'll always be an East Coaster no matter how long I stay away.  The granite state was a great place to grow up, always will be, but just doesn't have everything I need these days.  My family is still here, so I'll return to re-connect and spend time with them whenever possible.  In early July, my little sister is getting married in southern Maine so I decided to make a good long visit home, celebrate her union, catch up with old friends and re-visit the area where I learned to paddle.

When I left New Hampshire I considered myself a good paddler.  I had solid rough water experience in sea kayaks, I'd travelled around the East Coast paddling different areas and I was proficient surfing the coast.  This was back before standup paddling was re-invented so to me, sea kayaking was the most fun I could have on the water.  This was before I paddled the heavy conditions on the West Coast and before I'd ever paddled a canoe with grace.  Today, I still consider myself a good paddler, but my technical understanding has grown leaps and bounds and my skills have been refined.  Returning to the area where I first wet my paddle is pretty nostalgic and exciting and to standup paddle everything this time around makes the return even that much sweeter.

Saturday, June 21, 2014

Tomales Bay SUP Instructor Certification Workshop

Tomales Bay is an incredibly beautiful Northern California paddling destination loaded with wildlife on land and in the water.   It's a spectacular hiking and paddling destination with a diverse climate and weather conditions.  Wind is usually on the menu after 11am and downwinding is one of the best activities on the bay.  Jeff Burton paddles Tomales Bay a ton and runs a great paddling blog called Paddle Standing Up.

This week Jeff assisted me on a 3-day Instructor Certification Workshop at Blue Waters Kayaking, the leading paddlesports provider on the bay.  Collectively, it's the youngest group I've worked with yet and their energy worked wonders helping them progress a ton in a short time and soak up info quickly.  We struggled at times with low tides and wind, but that didn't change the amount of fun we had.  Each time I run one of these workshops, they seem to get better and better.  This one flowed smoothly the entire time in an effective and efficient manner and I feel pretty good about my delivery.  Nice paddling in Tomales!

photo by Jeff Burton.
Daniel, Chandell, Liz & Dallas.  photo by Jeff Burton
photo by Jeff Burton

Monday, June 16, 2014

Such a good feeling

After wrapping up the California 100 on Tuesday morning the plan was to get the hell out of town and shut off my phone.  I drove to San Diego on Wednesday, picked up my partner Thursday morning and we made our way towards the Nevada Arizona desert for a Colorado River trip.  The trip began with a 3-hour full-moon upriver approach and a midnight landing to our campsite at the stroke of Friday the 13th.  It only got better from there.  This was an unforgettable trip for me and a much-needed chance to exist in the moment.  My head was clear all weekend and I was thinking about nothing but what was happening around me.  Such a good feeling.  I'll keep the details to myself and leave you with a tiny glimpse of the trip.

arriving to the river, packing up

looking downriver in the early morning

thermoregulate and thrive in the desert

Sunday, June 8, 2014

fun runs on the bay

We got three nice runs in on Saturday on the latest Downwind SUP Safari with the Barbary Ghost.  Good times with Marion, Craig, Jeff and I on boards and Drew at the helm.  First run was a great warmup with decent glides and strong wind at our backs.  Drew dropped us behind Pt. Blunt where it's super easy to enter the wind.  Going from zero to twenty knot wind in 30 seconds is exciting!

The second run produced the most favorable glides.  Wind waves were small, but very catchable and real good for linking up runs.  Third run was smaller, but a nice cool down as we were all spent by then.  Back on board we changed out of our wet clothes, downed a beer and enjoyed the grub Drew BBQ'd up for us while cruising back to San Rafael.  You can't go wrong with boat assisted paddling.   I'm hooked.