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Oahu: The All Around Playground

By Sonja Evensen

IN THE GRAND old 80’s, O’ahu was the bustling Mecca of windsurfing. Anyone who had the desire to make windsurfing the center of his or her universe would end up on O’ahu.

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Gone to Maui

By Brett Nichols

It is October. Windsurfers have all left Hood River, to follow summer into warmer parts. Days are short and cold, and I am a weekend-warrior windsurfer, working my corporate-suck desk job in Seattle.

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What Women Want

By Martin Trees

I’m not claiming to be Mel Gibson, but I too know what women want and it didn’t take a 60-million dollar movie to find out. I simply asked.

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What Women Really Want

By Melissa Graebner

LARRY RUSSO is a legend among San Francisco windsurfers. His maroon Saab is well-known at Crissy Field as the gathering place for a unique school of windsurfing where the lessons are free and the students are exclusively female.

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Makin’ Mates

By Dan Welch

When my wife and I sailed away from the States aboard our cruising sailboat ten years ago, sailboards were a common feature adorning the decks of yachts.

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The 2001 State of the Stoke…or just, The 2001 Stoke Update

By Dana Miller

Oh yeah, I’m stoked. And humbly grateful to have found so much inspiration and joy in the elemental process of seeking windy waves. So to have enjoyed all the quality time to pursue writing, meditate on the path I’ve taken, and search my soul for some hint of true purpose was a total bonus.

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Saved by Windsurfing

By Chuck Kardin

In the summer of ’96, I was standing on the cusp of mid-life, the age of Duty and Responsibility. This forty-year-old father of three, owner of a dented station wagon and a serious mortgage in a staid, southern town, quit a lucrative, decorated fifteen year career as an industrial equipment sales rep.

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Skimming the Shallows

By Dan Welch

Sailing alone and far from shore, beyond the reef surrounding Ilôt Brosse, in New Caledonia, all that blue got to me. When I fell for the third time, I leaped onto my board with an instant waterstart escaping the wide open hungry jaw of the deep blue sea. Without delay, I jibed and, seeking sanctuary, sailed towards the baby blue shallows.

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Wind Suffering

At forty-three, this engaging windsurfer has the heart of a gypsy and a perspective on the world which Native Americans call “eagle vision”—an instinctive ability to see the big picture that comes from years of life experience.

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A Circus Comes to Town

By Martin Trees

Cars and trucks were backed up from the Hood River Bridge straddling the Columbia River to Interstate 84. Actually, sitting in my car was the only rest I’d had in four days, but I wasn’t the only tired person around.

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Travelers Journal: Southern Baja

By Martin D. Trees

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It’s Making Monkey Out of Us

By Dan Welch

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Millennium Swell

By Sierra Emory

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