Please pass through the ravine in an orderly manner. No need to rush.  Water enough for all. Thank you!

They're not what they seem, these giant plants that have sprouted under water, creatures from the green lagoon, growing fast to mamm...

First, thank you: When I reached out last week in this blog, seeking advice on helping a Ghanaian swimmer help others learn to swim,...

"You just have to be 10 percent smarter than the machine," says Will, a friend and fellow former Scout leader. He has said...

Clong! sang the buoy. It's big as a washing machine, round and spiky and metal as Sputnik, a bobbing yellow enamel-coated and tat...

New pass — cheaper than last year's! — amid the detritus of an inveterate doodler. Another year! One year more, for swimming my be...

If you think the features on your iPhone™®© and Lady Gaga©®™ change at a lightning blur, clearly you have never owned a Butt Buoy®™. Thi...

I don't know, it sort of felt like this again last year … May we make this year better. … … … … … … Oh look, it...

My swimming life will now flash before your eyes: Age seven or eight — Fell into my aunt's pool, finding the edge only with a lot...

Yesterday — somehow, some way — I swam two lengths of my beloved Lake Natoma. It is one giant leap for me, one small splash for swimming...

So now Doug's gone. Maybe just for a year. Coming back briefly in the fall. We'll see. Lake Natoma got emptier. We'd bee...

Trips trip me up anymore. You too? Mine become essays, with themes and thorny puzzles, questions and frayed answers, and denouement, tidy...

Complacency kills nerve endings. I zoom along freeways at 67 mph (don't tell the highway patrol), in tight NASCAR™® formation with...

Don't be fooled by the ferocious sea: It was rocky, but this is from a low angle on a wave just about to crest on the beach, between t...