Diving has to be an extension of a natural love of the water. Boating, swimming, waterskiing, and fishing were things I grew up with. The water is where I found myself. There I could be an athlete on water skis, learning to slalom and jump the wake. I could be philosefer (sp) fishing the coves and working out things in my head. I could be an explorer, discovering underwater mysteries. Maybe an advocate for cleaner waters and recreation areas. At times a refugee, taking solace and comfort in my loneliness as a teen. Perhaps it’s the one place I can be myself.
Taking out the boat and slipping into the icy waters of Idaho is an extension of the many personalities and characters of my younger self. The boy who would walk its banks and float upon its waves when no one else understood me to the nan who still finds a balance of passion and reverence for her.




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