
Is it that muddy water? The fact that I can’t see my feet after going in only a few feet? Maybe I’m just visiting the wrong oceans. In any case, I know that it’s really the lack of control that stems from a fear of the unknown, but I like to think that it’s a healthy fear. One might call it… respect, for nature and the things under water that I know could kill me. Continue reading To Engage or Walk Away?