The euphoric benefits of cold rolling

I have always wondered why the hell I enjoy rolling my kayaks in the Minnesota winter.  It gets fucking cold here, there is no other way of putting it. -18°F, -27°C for the metrically inclined, is the lowest temperature I have paddled in (so far). Wrapped in...

Curiously Absent

I wish my silent absence was due to a period of reflection, or self-development, about which I could wax lyrically. However, instead, life’s curve ball sent me chasing down a path of lay off, searching and reemployment. This was an unplanned adventure caused by...