I just returned from a magical trip to the Big Island, Hawaii. It took me a couple of days to calm down from the experience, and now I write this blog with a glowing heart and a strong sense of passion. Of course, that passion is for paddling.
About a year ago, I sat down for beer and pupu’s with my paddle girls in Oahu, and we dreamed up the adventure of bringing my crew to the Queen Liliuokalani Distance Classic in Kona. Long story short, my husband, Rob, and I realized the dream, and brought our team to the race. Many of the team are new to paddling, and many of them said this was the hardest thing they have ever done. I smile every time I think of their experiences, and know that this event was a game-changer for most of them. They learned a lot about paddling, a lot about the Hawaiian culture, and, most importantly, a lot about themselves. I am honored and blessed to have been one of the leaders of their journey (both the physical and spiritual kind), and hope that I will be blessed to be able to do something like this again with them in the future.
After Kona, Rob and I drove “up country” on the Big Island to visit another friend and her husband on their farm. I met my friend, Rhonda, about a decade ago, paddling OC-1’s in Florida. Wow, it’s a small world – and, boy, does that paddling blood stay thick. It’s amazing how friends in this sport, no matter where life takes them, stay connected.
You just never know where paddling is going to take you, and how it will effect your life forever. Paddle on friends. <3