Stereotapestry

When I was 19 I sold everything I owned. I bought a ticket to Costa Rica so I could improve my Spanish. I lured a boyfriend to go with me. We lived there for a month and ate rice, drank rum, lived in a tent, hitched rides, and caught fish to eat on a spool / hand line / Cuban Yo-Yo using fibers from our clothes as flies. This was a few years later when one of the fishing boat captains I had worked for previously invited me to visit his hacienda to fish and surf. I’m kind of freaking out in this picture because I had not caught a bill fish before. We released this sailfish and did no harm to him.

Top photo: Greg Briggs, bottom photo: Andy McFarland.  Some of my long-time friends are raft-guides and they invited me to join then on a few week-long river trips in the American West. My guitar was packed and bagged and rafted (rapids and waves and all) one year so we could have acoustic moonlight shows by the campfire. I think when you die there are moments that you flash back on and realize that you did some out-of-the-box things while you were alive. These trips with this group of friends have served as some of my best rugged, adventure memories.