With so much sadness going on the world, fires destroying the beloved Columbia Gorge outside of Portland, in Oregon where I grew up, floods in Texas, and massive hurricanes along the Florida Coast, it felt strange to focus on windsurfing, especially since the Columbia Gorge, is a major destination for the sport.
But, nevertheless, there I was, watching this beautiful spectacle on the Bay all afternoon, and spending time with people from all over the world, and women who have raced to Hawaii a dozen times, and across every major passage.
Once again, life continues to surprise with its many twists and turns. I sat on the bow of the Commadore’s boat, with the “P” flag, praying for all of those in peril, and at the same time, counting my own blessings; to be alive in the world, healthy, and surrounded by so much beauty.
Love and blessings to all.
