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Travel to Hood River: AW Contributor mentioned

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No Ill Wind in Hood River via NYTimes Travel Maui Meyer, a world-class windsurfer and a writer for American Windsurfer Magazine, who happens to have trained as a restaurateur at Cornell University

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Tue, 24 May 2016 18:11:07 +0000

Robby Naish: Where Did the Years Go?

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SUMMER ARRIVED this morning, inching quietly toward me from the East. I watched as the dawn of the solstice spread her pink light on the glassy Columbia below. It was a beautiful sunrise. Catch that? Months ago I would have seen the previous sentences as a windsurfing blaspheme. A true windsurfer cannot describe water as “glassy” and “beautiful” at the same time. But this summer is different. For me this is a summer without windsurfing, and I am missing it.

I will remember this as the summer of my discontent. I received the dismal forecast back in April: it was delivered by a distinct “pop” from my left knee. My aging anterior cruciate ligament finally quit after too many years of abuse from my sporting lifestyle. It happened quite unexpectedly: mid-turn, halfway down a steep, untracked powderfield in the Chugach Mountain back-country. I was up in Alaska, chasing a lifelong dream of skiing those world-famous peaks. The realization came even before I fell that I would not be windsurfing this summer. No jibes or loops for me; I was headed for surgery and months of physical therapy. In the blink of an eye I was beached, and, because of my location and profession, I knew I would be forced all summer to watch others enjoy what I could not—a beggar at a perpetual banquet. I think that was the true source of my howls as I lay crumpled on the side of that cold and lonely mountain. My pain was not physical, it was the pain of loss.

“Don’t it always seem to go, you don’t know what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone!” I belted along with the Counting Crows so prophetically last summer, as their hit single cover version of Joanie Mitchell’s “Big Yellow Taxi” blasted from my stereo. I remember driving to the Hatchery, the tune cranking away while I tried to pick out the guitar parts. I always listen for the riffs and solos because David Bryson, one of the guitarists in the band, is a former customer of mine [from the Berkeley Windsurfing days] and a great sailor. I remember ripping it up with him years ago at sunset in the Sacramento Delta, killing it on 4.0s at Powerlines and high-fiving each other as we came off the water. “Dude, we gotta do this again tomorrow!” I exclaimed. His face fell. “Aw, I gotta go on tour first thing in the morning,” was his dejected reply. Up until this point I only knew that Dave was some kind of musician, I had never asked, and he never offered, anything more. “What band are you with again?” I asked, thinking nothing could be so important as to miss tomorrow’s ebb-tide. When he told me he was in the Counting Crows I blushed. “Oh wow, I have all your records, that’s so weird I didn’t know.” The part that struck me, though, was that here this guy was, about to go and live the dream of being a major rock star, and all he could think about was missing the killer session we were going to have sailing the next day.

Windsurfing has that mysteriously powerful effect on people. Every wave, every jump—every turn of the board is different. And if you’re not there to experience it, you are missing it. Any time you are not sailing, any time there is wind and you have to work or be responsible in some way—you could be missing it. Missing it. Those two words cause panic and desperation in the heart of any addicted windsurfer, and they were all I could think of as I lay on the side of that mountain in Alaska, waiting to be carted off. I was going to be missing it for a long time. A summer in the Gorge without sailing is forever, and who knows how many forevers we have left?

It’s June, and the Crows have another smash-hit on the pop radio—“Accidentally in Love.” I’m sure that David’s sustained success has continued to cause him to miss it on the water more than he would like. It’s so cliche to feel sorry for the rich and famous, but in this case I do. I know now for the first time what it is like not to be able to windsurf whenever I want, not to let it become my whole life. Which brings me to my current dilemma. There is a man running for President who has the fire within him for windsurfing. As a US Senator and national leader he already has far too little time for windsurfing. If he becomes President, he will probably have to give up the sport almost completely—at least for his term. Although I believe in my heart that this is the right man for the job, can I, by casting my vote for him, in good conscience contribute to this man’s misery? To put him through what I am going through now on a daily basis? Four years is a long time to be missing it, but what if he gets re-elected? Eight years of hell. Although it would undoubtedly make the world a better place to have a windsurfer in the White House, the personal sacrifice Mr. Kerry would have to make to his windsurfing passion is enormous. I wonder if the Senator knows what he is getting himself into—all that he will miss, by not sailing all those moments he could have, had he chosen not to run. I wonder, when he wins, if he wins, if he will feel a hint of sadness; like that sadness I saw in David’s face when he realized that his success was going to take him off the water indefinitely. Like what I felt sitting in a hotel room in Anchorage waiting to fly home, knowing that my summer was already over. Missing it sure can be a heavy price to pay for chasing life’s dreams.

Will Harper

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Wed, 13 Apr 2016 19:41:07 +0000

AW Unearthed The Origins of Windsurfing

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Patents; A blow by blow of how the inventor of windsurfing found his place in the sun via NYTimes American Windsurfer, a glossy quarterly magazine based in Gilford, N.H., published an article titled “Origins of Windsurfing,” featuring two extensive interviews with Mr. Drake and Mr. Schweitzer
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Tue, 12 Apr 2016 18:10:51 +0000

On Kerry: Jimmy Carter

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Carter Dismisses Clinton State Dept. via The Hill Nice to read an admirable review of John Kerry from Jimmy Carter!
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Tue, 05 Apr 2016 02:28:55 +0000

Paris Indoor: 2016

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american_windsurfer_john-chaoWITH THIS ISSUE, and with all the happy memories that we’ve collected, the celebration of our ten-year milestone accentuates the transition that is to come. This change, though constant and perpetual,  underlies the strength of our quest. Like you, we must always forge new paths and take risks to create new opportunities. Though we may have arrived after 10 years, the hard truth may be that we’ve just begun.

If you consider our magazine to be a living entity, then we too must undergo an infinite process of tuning and re-tuning, adjusting and refining ourselves so that we will be worthy of our aspirations. Without this, we fall into a fate of mediocrity.

Like the movies that we’ve all seen—we head into the darkness of the forest (an ocean for us)—into a quest filled with uncertainty. The Fellowship of the Wind that we celebrate as our collective consciousness becomes our guiding force. With every pause, each milestone such as this, we are reminded that we are not alone. This journey, metaphorical as it may be, is the eternal expansion of ourselves and that of the universe.

For the magazine, though it has always been expanding, the time has come to expand further and replicate into another publication. We gave this considerable thought, how best to carry out this transition and concluded that starting next issue, International Kiteboarder will join American Windsurfer in this Fellowship of the Wind.

Following in the footsteps of  the spirit of American Windsurfer, yet with a global path, International Kiteboarder will have a distinctive edge toward the younger generation and a cutting edge style to transcend all age groups.

The Fellowship of our collective passions will continue to propel us into the unknown. Our task will always be to vividly present the experiences of our encounters and to admire the many colorful companions along our way. But more than anything, in this world of perpetual transformation, I hope that the lessons and the guiding forces that American Windsurfer has learned (or earned), will be preserved and passed to a new generation of editors, designers and yes, readers.

The force that propelled us and sustained American Windsurfer to this Silver Anniversary should be the hallmark of our existence. As part of my vision for the future, my hope is that this Fellowship of the Wind, and the sports that we champion, be propagated to all corners of the world. For the wind and our fellowship are both fleeting and invisible. But they can both be felt and be harnessed  for the development of the soul.

We celebrate this achievement through your time-incapsulated letters. They give us comfort and they help us launch into an unknown future. Gazing into this dark forest I am confident that this celebration will endure. For time finds a way to compliment the human spirit and even though change will be forever among us, the spirit in which we pursue our endeavors is a choice we can make. We choose to prevail.

We choose to propagate.

John Chao

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