Last Tuesday, I was paddling across Lake Travis when a guy in a rental kayak pulled up beside me. "Hey, how long does it take to get to that island?" he asked, pointing to a spot about a mile away. "Twenty minutes if you hustle, thirty if you're taking photos," I told him. He looked […]

The sun was just breaking over the Lincoln Memorial when I pushed off from Thompson Boat Center for my first paddle on the Potomac. After years of kayaking lakes and rivers across the country, I wasn't prepared for what DC offered - monument views from the water, cherry blossoms reflecting in the calm morning surface, […]

Last summer, I watched my paddle slice through water so clear I could count individual rocks 20 feet below. The Wood River's turquoise current pushed my kayak through a corridor of aspens while Mt. McLoughlin loomed in the distance. After paddling in 15 states, I can honestly say Oregon spoiled me – and it'll spoil […]

I'll never forget my first time kayaking the Mountain Fork River in southeastern Oklahoma. The morning mist was lifting off the water when I spotted a bald eagle perched on a dead snag, surveying its kingdom. That moment – paddle frozen mid-stroke, heart racing – sold me on Oklahoma kayaking forever. After 15 years exploring […]

Last April, I found myself paddling the Kansas River at sunrise, watching a bald eagle snatch a fish from the water not 30 feet from my kayak. The mist was rising off the water, cottonwoods were budding along the banks, and I thought – why did it take me so long to discover Kansas paddling? […]

Last April, I watched the sun paint the Blue Ridge Mountains gold while paddling through morning mist on Lake Moomaw. A great blue heron stood perfectly still on the shoreline, waiting for breakfast. That's when it hit me – after 12 years of paddling every corner of Virginia, from the wild dolphins of Virginia Beach […]

Last July, I watched the sunrise paint the limestone cliffs of the St. Croix River gold while paddling my fishing kayak through glass-calm water near Taylors Falls. A bald eagle swooped down 20 feet from my bow, snatching a smallmouth bass from the surface. That moment – just 45 minutes from Minneapolis – reminded me […]

Last September, I was paddling the Upper Iowa River when a fellow kayaker from Chicago pulled up beside me at Chimney Rock. "I had no idea Iowa looked like this," he said, staring up at the 300-foot limestone palisades. "I thought it was all corn fields." I hear that a lot. After 20 years of […]

Introduction Last summer, I paddled the Pembina River just as the sun broke through the morning mist, and I'll never forget how the water looked like liquid glass between those towering valley walls. North Dakota might not be the first place that comes to mind for kayaking adventures, but after spending three months exploring every […]

I'll never forget the first time I tried kayaking upstream on the Shenandoah River. My buddy Jake laughed as I fought the current head-on like a salmon trying to spawn, burning through energy faster than a teenager's phone battery. Twenty minutes in, I was gassed and had barely made it past the first bend. That's […]