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Love & Water
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Win a Patagonia Stormfront Pack – $149 Value – Enter Below
To celebrate the release of “Love and Water,” Patagonia has teamed up with The FlyFish Journal to give away Stormfront Roll Top 45L pack.
A classic roll-top dry bag with just enough space to haul your gear in any environment. A 100% waterproof, nonsubmersible pack with low-profile shoulder harness that’s supercomfortable no matter what you’re packing.
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Rules and Regulations:
-Presented by The Flyfish Journal, PO Box 2806, Bellingham, WA, 98227.
-Contest entry signs you up for The Flyfish Journal email Newsletter and, The Ski Journal, The Snowboarder’s Journal email Newsletter if you ski or snowboard.
-Odds are determined by the number of entries.
-Prize includes one Patagonia Stormfront 45L Pack – $149 Value.
-One entry per person.
-No purchase necessary.
-Winner will be announced December 21, 2018.
-Prize is non transferable.
A birthright will forever shape us. Our origins from a wee seedling to blooming souls as humans have so much to do with where we awaken each day. What if I had been born in New York City instead of here in my cherished Texas, without these mesmerizing waters and sugar sweet winds of the south? Who would I be? I can’t imagine─nor would I ever want to. Sense of place has found me ever desirous for endless days running wild at home.
Oh, Lone Star terra firma, such an incomparable and beautiful gift you are. You know every part of me, as you’ve seen this soul from bewildered and buckled-at-the knees, to unbridled on-top-of-the-world joyous. Sometimes I think every beat of this heart is driven by your marsh tides. What have I learned from you in this southern life, with your old-growth pine and oak forested lakes, spring-fed emerald canyon rivers, your hundreds of miles of empty coastal marshes with wild fish flowing from your hips into these hands? You’ve shown me that love is all that matters in this ride, and it is the sole reason we are here.
Looking up at the stars from a canoe as I pen a few bedtime words in this weathered journal, I get a sense of awe and wonder at the miracle of it all. There is a small fire going on the sandbar with a kettle of water for coffee; some pork chops drizzled with olive oil and rosemary, wrapped in foil, cooking in the embers and almost ready for the supper plate; and, of course, two slices of peach pie still in the cooler. No matter what happens on the path from here, I know everything will be just fine, and then some.
Is there any chance you and I will share a few more decades together, Texas? I am forever all in.