But it might seem that I was by virtue of my love for water in my travels.
From my very early days with Dr. Jim at Carlyle Lake in Saskatchewan.
(Caution for delicate sensibilities - there will be partial nudity in this post.)
To Lake Michigan on a visit to Chicago to see my boys.
To Kentucky Lake in, naturally, Kentucky.
To Lynx Lake in Arizona.
To a mountain stream in Colorado.
To Huntington Beach and the Pacific in California, with my longtime buddy Timmer.
To the blue Mediterranean at Monaco.
To a sailing day aboard the Sand Dollar II, with its captain Harry, off Guaymas, Mexico.
To working on a tan (and a drink) at a beach cottage somewhere further south on the Pacific Coast in Mexico.
To a snorkeling trip with Baseball Steve just south of Puerto Vallarta.
To a lunch with SWMBO and the BRD near the water in Baja California at Ensenada.
And a visit with Tom and Lana in Central California and a trip to San Simeon Beach.
Always the water has drawn me.
So now I'm an old man and what do I do with my time?
Frequently I'm found staring at the water.
