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Why I Stopped Asking “Which Is Better”—and Star...
Some mornings on the water can’t be ranked. I’d paddled half a mile to a patch of reef I’d been eyeing for weeks, dropped a small anchor, and slipped over...
Why I Stopped Asking “Which Is Better”—and Star...
Some mornings on the water can’t be ranked. I’d paddled half a mile to a patch of reef I’d been...
Why I Stopped Trusting the Surface and Started ...
A few years back, I was floating off Kona on a morning so still the ocean looked like a polished sheet of glass. I had my mask on, face down,...
Why I Stopped Trusting the Surface and Started ...
A few years back, I was floating off Kona on a morning so still the ocean looked like a polished...
The Heartbeat You Never Hear: What I Learned Ab...
I was floating over a patch of elkhorn coral on a dead-calm morning, the kind of day where the surface is glass and every fish looks like it’s suspended in...
The Heartbeat You Never Hear: What I Learned Ab...
I was floating over a patch of elkhorn coral on a dead-calm morning, the kind of day where the surface...
Two Ways to Listen to the Ocean: What Snorkelin...
I still remember a morning that flipped a switch in my head. We'd launched the kayaks at first light-water like glass, that perfect rhythm of paddle blades dipping, the horizon...
Two Ways to Listen to the Ocean: What Snorkelin...
I still remember a morning that flipped a switch in my head. We'd launched the kayaks at first light-water like...
The Snorkel Gear You’re Probably Overlooking (A...
The first time I ever needed stitches from a snorkel outing, it wasn’t a shark or a rogue wave. It was a barnacle the size of my thumb. I’d shuffled...
The Snorkel Gear You’re Probably Overlooking (A...
The first time I ever needed stitches from a snorkel outing, it wasn’t a shark or a rogue wave. It...
Freshwater Mirrors: Snorkeling Rivers and the S...
The gar didn’t flinch. I was floating face-down in a spring-fed river, water so clear it felt like suspended glass, and there it was-a three-foot cylinder of prehistoric calm, its...
Freshwater Mirrors: Snorkeling Rivers and the S...
The gar didn’t flinch. I was floating face-down in a spring-fed river, water so clear it felt like suspended glass,...
