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Greetings all. Each time a new paddleboard canoe or surfski come out, the paddle world (including us!) can't wait to hear and read about first impressions. So consider this a running log of various paddlers we extremely respect as they test out new craft and share their personal thoughts and feedback. Please note, these are not paid sponsors, just regular folks who love to paddle, like all of us!

Volare OC1 by Puakea Designs

Paddler: Guillaume E. from San Diego
Location: Pacific Ocean and Mission Bay, 8/20/2020
Conditions: 12-18 mph winds, south to north

I got to paddle the Volare in windy conditions yesterday. I did two loops going south straight (Jetty to Pescadero)

Conditions

• First loop: Condition: stiff local wind (15 mph) from the south, some white caps, local wind swell, 1 to 2 ft (occasional 3ft), very short period. Some cross groundswell from the South West. Conditions varied from very technical to pretty well aligned.
• Second loop: wind started easing, wind swell was still present. Conditions were a bit less technical than first run.

Upwind:

• Canoe does not punch thru waves faces, instead it rides on top of them. So I experienced quite a bit of canoe slapping against the waves. It does not impact speed much (note that I usually ride a v1 that cut thru waves faces like a knife)
• The characteristic “bouncing effect” from the Kahele is not present. That is a good thing
• Ama is very stable. I played around going upwind at a 30 degree angle, with wind on the ama side. Ama came up a few times but the canoe was not twitchy (like the Ehukai can be) and fairly stable.

Downwind:

• Canoe requires a bit more pressure on the blade to get on the wave than the Kahele (and less than the Ehukai), but once you are on the wave, it is a smooth ride.
• Very stable downwind, I was able to lean right, forward, back, canoe responded well and did not twitch
• Canoe keeps the speed pretty well, I was able to connect a few waves without killing myself.
• As for upwind, canoe does not pearl much and stays on top of the wave.
• On the first downwind,  when I went left on the wave to ride the shoulder, the canoe got away from me a few times and I ended up at 90 degree angle. I do not recall experiencing this on the Kahele on similar conditions.
• This did not happen on the second run when the wind had eased.
• Maybe the waves were a bit steeper on the first run, or maybe the stiffer wind pushed the tail sideway due to the higher profile and longer canoe (compared to Kahele)?

On the adjustable foot well:

• Very spacious foot area and pretty comfortable, The adjustable track (on both side) rests against the side of your foot. It did not cause any discomfort but I am wondering if it can be a problem on very long paddle when the skin is soft.
• When I lifted my feet (to readjust my position), the bottom flap of the foot plate would stick to my heel a bit. It did not cause the foot well to disengage but this is something that I noticed a few times (it drew my attention away from surfing)
• On the foot plate, the pedal inflection point is much higher on the foot than on the Kahele: at the toe knuckle’ articulation instead of mid sole (shoe size 11)
• One advantage is that you can really drive your foot down without risking to turn the canoe
• One disadvantage is that I was understeering a lot as I am used to steer from my midsole and not from my toe. This is probably an issue that would go away as one becomes accustomed to the steering.
• I am not sold on the adjustable foot well. Maybe it was my first outing, but my focus kept on getting drawn back to the foot well while paddling. Maybe it is the novelty of it, and eventually, I would ignore it, but on this first outing, it really took my attention away from surfing.

On boat wake riding - I got lucky and got a really nice boat wake to play with in the channel. Canoe picked up the speed well and I got a nice ride.

Additional notes - On the crappy tidal wave at the 5mph buoy. Maybe I am the only one doing this, but at the end practice, when I get around to the 5 mph buoy at the base of the Mission Bay Channel, I always challenge myself to try to surf a very crappy ripple. I noticed that even though I had to put a bit more pressure on the blade initially, it felt as taxing to surf the ripple as the Kahele would, but not more. So that is good thing.

Comfort - . I did not feel much difference from Kahele, except for the wider foot well (which is a plus). I only paddled for a bit more than 1 hour though. Canoes usually become uncomfortable after 2 hrs for me.

Speed - Interesting foot note, I just checked my average speed on the two downwind runs. On my first run, I was average 8.3 mph over .7 miles. This is the same pace as my fastest mile run (<7 mins per mile). Note that the conditions were very good for fast time: besides the stiff wind, there was a strong south to north current.

Overall opinion  - Downwind, it is fun, smooth and stable canoe for surfing that does not have the bouncing effect of the Kahele, nor the twitchiness of the Ehukai. It requires a bit more pressure than the Kahele to get on a wave, but not by a lot.
I am not sold on the adjustable foot plate but it has value if canoe is shared by several people of different heights.

It is a natural next evolution from the Ehukai and Kahele.

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[Thank you to Aqua Adventures for the canoe used in this review.]

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• Part 1: “Describe how paddling has changed your life.”
• Part 2: “How do you plan to use this canoe, and perhaps someday pass it along?”

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Jessica Struble, California

A Canoe is Worth a Thousand Words

I am meant to describe how paddling has changed my life, and I intend to do that. It may seem strange, but I have never picked up a paddle in my life and somehow I find myself describing it’s life-altering effects. I find that the strongest life alterations are those made through the lives of loved ones. If I am to accurately describe how my life been changed by the sport, I will have to start at my own birth.

When my mother was very young, she fell in love with her high school sweetheart. They were wed, they led a peaceful white-picket life, and they introduced myself and my brother to this beautiful planet. They were married only until I was two years old, and prior to that my older brother was plagued by many sleepless nights as he lay awake listening to their desperate bickering. When I was too young to remember, both found new partners. My dad quickly fell in love with a wonderful woman whom he has retired with, and my mother experimented with her fair share of women. My mother is a wonderful person, but she is insecure, and she is lost. She often feels powerless, and her features are often arranged into a sad, regretful smile. I can see it when she watches me succeed, or when she sees my dad with the love of his life, or when she fails in her own adventures. She has learned to accept powerlessness

That is until she found herself in a canoe. When her current partner Barbie moved here from her tropical Hawaiian paradise, she convinced my mom to have a taste of what Hawaiians do for fun. They joined an outrigger club together and, much like Cinderella and her shoe, the paddle fit. My mom’s whole persona changed, her eyes were brighter than the sun reflecting on the ocean, her arms stronger than any oncoming wave, her skin salty with sweat. And finally--I’m lucky to have been able to see it--she found her power.

She took control of her life in much the same way she could take control of the boat. All of a sudden, she found herself leading, encouraging, pushing toward a better horizon. Her paddle was the key to open countless doors of opportunity. The salty air seemed fresh to her, and the dolphins and whales were better friends than she had ever had. She had described this competition to me in passing, and I have taken it upon myself, with her permission, to bring a little more light to her future. She paddles recreationally, but sometimes it is just not enough. She would paddle in rain or shine, in murky or clear waters, she would slice her way across a frozen lake if it meant she could paddle. The power she finds in paddling is medicinal to her joy. Her joy, in turn, is my joy. I live with her, and I have supported her through the ups and downs of her beautifully flawed life. So here I am, describing to you how amazingly strong the influence of paddling has been, and how it has strengthened my mother to the core. It taught her that when her canoe or her world is turned upside down, she can always get back in again with a little help. I am merely a bystander to this magical growth, but I now realize that I can make a difference in her life

This canoe, if I win it, will go to my unsuspecting mother.  If it ever comes time to part with the canoe, I will personally make sure that the new owner can see the magic as well as my mom could. She does not know that I plan on giving her the canoe, and I believe that the surprise will not only inspire her to focus on her personal growth, but also to share in her joy. She had always wanted to paddle with family, and now she would have that opportunity. They plan on retiring near a river or lake, that is my mom’s only wish in terms of location. So, with this constant water access, we will be able to take the whole family out. My mom, myself, Barbie, my grandma, my cousins, aunts and uncles, and even my dog buddy. He’s got his own life vest so we could even go swimming in the lake together. We are a water play family, and we would all love the opportunity to paddle together, my mom most of all. It would warm her heart to see me, her daughter, paddling the same boat, experiencing the same beauty which had changed her life.

I would like to take a moment an thank you for this opportunity. I think that this is a wonderful thing you are doing and I sincerely hope that, if it does not go to us, it will go to someone who can find the magic in it as well. We certainly have.

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My name is Jessica Struble, I am a seventeen-year-old recent high school graduate who has an aspiration of being an author. My mother is Trisha Struble, and she is a member of the Makaha outrigger club in San Pedro, CA.

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• Part 1: “Describe how paddling has changed your life.”
• Part 2: “How do you plan to use this canoe, and perhaps someday pass it along?”

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Ashlyn Graves, California

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[ editors note: Ashlyn, 7 years old, understood that she would be ineligible to win due to knowing the judges but wanted to write her first essay regardless and share her story. Plus she was very excited to have it posted on the internet. So there ya go!:) ]

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• Part 1: “Describe how paddling has changed your life.”
• Part 2: “How do you plan to use this canoe, and perhaps someday pass it along?”

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Christine Culver, Virginia

After 26 years together, and four years looking for an escape hatch, I finally left, driving a busted minivan filled with clothes, photographs, crappy coping mechanisms and not much else. He swore he’d never grant me a divorce.

The guys at work, the combat veterans, said I had PTSD. They knew, because they’d seen it in their fellow Soldiers. The family advocate in the courthouse said the same, and so did my doctor, my OB/GYN, my dentist. Sometimes, when people see damage, they have to find the right way to tell you that your determination and bravery and grit, no matter how useful they were in the worst nights of your life, aren’t always helpful when things calm down. Constant High Alert will get you through, but it’s no way to live. Not forever.

By the time I moved out, I had learned to ignore my body completely. I didn’t notice pain. I didn’t notice exhaustion. I sprained my ankles so many times that they just stayed sprained. I couldn’t really taste my food. Sleep didn’t bring rest. I read about the physical toll of emotional stress. I lived the physical toll of emotional stress.

I shied away from most people. I couldn’t handle being complimented or cared for or touched, usually. I always sat facing the door, just in case.

A weightlifting injury finally sidelined me. Standing, walking, driving - all of it was excruciating. A trip to the grocery store had me crumpled and panting by the time I got back to the car.

I rested, and worked, and went to counseling. I went back to school. I built a new life.

Sometimes, I try things and I don’t know why. Usually, it turns out to be the best thing to do. A few months ago, I joined the DC Dragon Boat Club. I am the only new person on the team, this season.

And I am really new. I’ve never done this before. But with every catch, with every paddle, with every ounce of leg drive, I hear the drumbeat inside my own head: MY boat. MY boat. MY boat. I am going to learn this, because I already love it.

The first few practices, all I did was try to pay attention, and be present in the moment, in my own body. Know where my arms were, in relation to the boat. Know where my hands were on the paddle. Listen to the coach. Watch the paddlers in front of me. Try to keep up. Try not to jump out of my skin if anyone said my name. Push aside my deep conviction that any minute now, they were going to tell me to quit.

I’m still the newest person on the boat. I don’t know what I’m doing. But a few practices ago, the coach walked up to me and moved my arm. “Like this,” he said. Gently, kindly, without a speck of malice, he showed me how to improve my technique. “You’ll get this,” he said. “It just takes time.”

Every practice, I’m learning where my body is, how it’s moving. Afterward, I sit on the dock and review what I heard and saw, and what it felt like. I’m getting better. This month, I’m competing in a beginners race

I wrote this essay because I want more time on the water, reintegrating my body and my mind again. I want to share that calm, physical moment with other survivors of domestic abuse, to reach back and help women who’ve had to shut down their bodies to escape terror at home.

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Chris Culver is a technical editor and writer in Northern Virginia, where she lives with her boyfriend. She loves to garden, walk the city streets, help women find their future, and plan her next international trip (See you soon, South Africa!). She’s the least coordinated member of the DC Dragon Boat Club. But, you know, not for long, because deep down, it’s her boat.

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• Part 1: “Describe how paddling has changed your life.”
• Part 2: “How do you plan to use this canoe, and perhaps someday pass it along?”

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Melissa Ulrich, California

Looking back on my life, I was very quiet and introspective. Although I wasn't outwardly expressive, it was all deeply internal and came out in my art and writing. I never felt that brave or that strong, and I never felt like I belonged anywhere. I grew up on a farm in Missouri, and I spent my childhood exploring the woods and the pastures and the little creeks around our house, writing stories, drawing, daydreaming, sitting in trees reading books, and snuggling the animals on the farm. I had two favorite places, and both allowed me to be in the midst of life, but not visible: the hayloft in the barn and the tree-house on the wide, rolling lawn facing the pond. Nestled in the arms of the branches, all around me millions of shades of green, my place in the tree was perfect peace.

When we sold the farm and moved to California right after I graduated from high school, I knew I had to keep moving forward. I opened myself to new adventures and did everything that was just scary enough to grow my courage muscles: I joined a swim team my first year in college and later won the California Female Pepsi Scholar Athlete of the Year Award (which only one female junior college athlete can win in California). I then finished my last two years of college at UCLA. I loved the literature courses of my major and graduated with highest honors. The world seemed to open up wider and wider: I studied abroad in Ireland, explored Scotland, England, and Wales, moved to Taiwan and taught English to children for one year, and later moved to Australia for graduate school for two years. Throughout all of this change, I was still searching for where I belonged. Deep down, I longed for a place that was home.

After all of that traveling and school, I ended up in Monterey in 2013. I had my dream job writing and editing educational materials for National Geographic Learning. I spent each Saturday walking along the Rec Trail by the ocean to the library to get my books for the week. One day, I saw it - a beautiful, white canoe gliding out to sea. I immediately felt drawn to it. It was calling to my soul. I went to the next recreational paddle, and I knew that I finally found the sport that thrilled me and woke up parts of me I never knew I had. I joined the Ke Kai O'Uhane Outrigger Canoeing Club and went to every practice and race. Uncle Les taught me how to paddle as one, and how to trust myself and how to trust others; this vulnerability was a good lesson to learn. Coach Dale taught me how to paddle OC1 and encouraged me to keep being brave. Because of that support and training, I won the 2015 OC1 NorCal Sprint Championship. Those first two years as a novice paddler was a magical time of growth for me and it has shaped how I have approached other challenges in my life.

Canoeing helped me bloom in ways I never imagined. I found my voice, my courage, my passion, and my strength out on the water. The same feeling I had as a kid, sitting in the tree while watching storm clouds pile up, running as fast as I could down pasture hills in the warm, spring rain, and watching life from the warmth of the barn -- that same peace of belonging and peace of my true nature -- I finally found again when I would paddle out on the ocean, sit on my SUP or watercraft, and just be. There is a strange wildness in my heart that paddling on the ocean has brought out, or maybe that wildness and savage courage was always there, and was just too shy to come forth. I feel my Viking ancestors in my blood when I paddle down steep waves, chase the horizon, and feel the push and pull of the wind, tangling my hair into knots even as it untangles the knots in my soul.

The anchor that has kept me in Monterey the past five years, throughout various jobs and living situations, has been the ocean and the Ohana I found because of the ocean. Being able to go out on the ocean has been such a blessing. This Ohana is true family and true belonging. Being out on the water is my home. This is how canoeing has changed my life. If I were to win this very generous canoe, I could continue to grow and find my strength out on the water, and I could not think of anything more beautiful than to be able to pass this gift along to someone else who loves and needs the ocean. If I ever won the lottery, or even got a book published so that I could bless someone else with the freedom to get out on the water, I would love to buy my club an Unlimited. :-) The one thing that is always there is the ocean, and this sport draws in people of depth, generosity, and passion. It takes a strong heart to paddle on the ocean.

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Melissa Ulrich grew up on a farm in Missouri, but found her true home when she first stepped into an outrigger canoe 5 years ago. She has raced surfski, SUP, OC1, and OC6. In her spare time, she likes to be creative by composing music, writing poetry, and painting. Someday, she hopes to get her children's books published.

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• Part 1: “Describe how paddling has changed your life.”
• Part 2: “How do you plan to use this canoe, and perhaps someday pass it along?”

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Kevin John Siason, Toronto Canada

You’d think that as someone who was born in the Philippines—a country made up of thousands of islands—I would’ve spent ample time out on the ocean. The same thought might also occur to you when you find out that after immigrating to the U.S. with my family at the ripe age of two, I spent the majority of my formative years living in the city of Brea, a suburb that is just under an hour’s drive away from Southern California’s warm sunny beaches. You’d probably think that that’s where I found my love of paddling—but no. I’ve actually never paddled in the Pacific Ocean. I discovered this amazing sport on a cold, rainy September day on the freshwater shores of Lake Ontario. Yup. A born islander who grew up in sunny SoCal managed to somehow let any knowledge of this mostly-ocean-based sport completely evade his attention until he found himself in Toronto, Canada. Pretty wild, right?

Rewind to four years ago. It was the beginning of my third year at Ryerson University when I finally worked up the nerve to tell my friends that I was considering joining the school’s dragonboat team, having seen posters about it in the hallways over the years. You see, I wasn’t really the sporty type, and thus thought that that confession would bring about snide remarks about how I’d never be able to keep up. Luckily for me, one of my friends had already been on the team for a year (a fact I had been completely unaware of), and she convinced me to check out the intro day they were holding that weekend. The timing could not have been more perfect.

I signed up, and we were asked to wake up insanely early to attend a quick info session before getting a chance to experience a day out on the water. I had absolutely no clue what I was doing and the weather was complete shit, but the second our boat left the dock and we started taking a few uneasy strokes, I knew something had changed in me—I had found a sport I could see myself falling in love with (I even have the Instagram post from that exact day to prove it: https://www.instagram.com/p/70tk4jxIdY/ ). As I learned more and more about paddling and proper technique over the next three years, I found that I actually enjoyed the challenge of pursuing that perfect stroke form and working slowly but surely at building up my strength and stamina. Before I found paddling, I had never considered myself an athlete, much less an endurance athlete. But would you believe me if I told you that last September, I paddled a 17km race in OC6 with my coach and some of my teammates? (You don’t have to take my word for it because I have an Instagram post to prove that as well 😜: https://www.instagram.com/p/Bob8UqSB34f/ )

Fast forward to today. I’ve just completed my first regatta for the Ryerson Rams Dragonboat Club as junior coach. Yup, after three years as a paddler, our head coach asked if I wanted to join the coaching staff as one of the coaches in training. Of course, I jumped at the chance—as did my boyfriend and a few of our other friends from the team who were asked. This year, our team is in the middle of a rebuild—having gone from three boats of experienced paddlers down to a single boat that is 85% rookies—and even though that boat was mostly managed and taught by us junior coaches, we still managed to get on the podium twice this weekend, winning a gold in our 200m final and a bronze in our 500m final. I am so proud of them. Seeing the joy and excitement on their faces as we crossed the finish line knowing we had a good chance of getting a medal was totally worth losing my voice from yelling calls from the drummer’s seat all weekend.

If I were to win this Huki, I would use it to help train these newer paddlers and instill in them the kind of deeper love for paddling that I have acquired since 2015. Sure, the boat is fun a way for me to train for dragonboat and long-distance OC racing, but paddling is about more than just training, right? It’s also about the joy of simply being out on the water and being a part of nature in a way that a vast majority of people in this world don’t get to experience on a regular basis. Maybe one day I’ll pass the boat along to another junior coach; perhaps someone who I had taught since they first learned how to paddle so that they can also pass on this love. But for now, I’m focused on what’s coming up for me and my team. This upcoming weekend we’ll be travelling to Vancouver to compete in the Concord Pacific Dragonboat Festival, which is also known as the regatta where the sport of dragonboat was first introduced to Canada. I’ll be there mostly as a junior coach doing most of the drumming, but I told our head coach that for at least one race, I want to be put back in the boat so I can paddle alongside my teammates—and finally take my first few strokes in the Pacific.

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My name is Kevin John Siazon and I’m a SoCal boy now living in Toronto (although I travel back home quite often).

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• Part 1: “Describe how paddling has changed your life.”
• Part 2: “How do you plan to use this canoe, and perhaps someday pass it along?”

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Cathy Bown, California

I started paddling the summer of 2016; I was pretty broken, I was mending from my 3rd attack of cancer(3rd time over 15 years), was nursing a broken heart and pretty much just felt lost.  Lucky for me fate was on my side as I had just moved into a new neighborhood with a neighbor who kept talking to me about outrigger canoe paddling and that I need to come try it!

Quite honestly I didn't even know what an outrigger was.  Finally after a month I showed up on the beach at Lake Natoma to see what all the hype was about.  Everyone was very welcoming and excited to see someone new.  After going over basics with the novice coach(who is now a dear friend) I got into the canoe.  It was an instant addiction.  I've always loved the water but was never quite connected with a water sport.  I played basketball in my younger years so the athlete was in there somewhere and it got a taste of something it had been longing for.  Basically my first paddle kicked my *ss and I loved it!!  The cadence of the stroke, the mental focus, and camaraderie were things I noticed first.  I thought to myself "I don't need therapy, I need this!!!".  I was six months out of abdominal surgery so my core was pretty weak, but my endurance and determination were strong.  I kept showing up for practices, meeting new people, and trying different seats; I wanted to learn all that I could.  The next thing I knew I was stroking my first race- Alcatraz. Ohhhhhh! This is an ocean sport!  I will never forget being at the start line, turning around and looking up at the Golden Gate Bridge; 6 mos ago I was in a hospital just four blocks away.  The start of the race was thrilling and I instantly knew I was about to be challenged physically as well as mentally. The thing I have realized about paddling is that although it is critical to work as a team; you are also alone in your thoughts and you must keep your mind strong and focused so you are an effective teammate. Paddling helped me to believe in myself again. We reach the finish line; It was so cool to see all the different teams, the tents, the food, seeing everyone come together to support each other was fantastic.  I was happy just to have the privilege to be a part of it but we ended up getting first place in the novice course!  Needless to say that is one worshiped beer mug!  It was at that moment I knew I was into something that was greater than cancer, that was more powerful than heart break.  I fell in love with outrigger paddling, I was home.

Pretty soon, my core grew stronger and I learned how to use it effectively, I started to realize what "the catch" meant, I learned how to engage my legs, I started to crave the sound the paddle makes when it enters the water, I slowly learned not to drop my top arm, speed up my return. keep my head up. I kept learning and I kept practicing.

My broken heart began to heal as it was filled with encouragement, excitement, adventure, support and love from my new teammates; my Ohana.  I have met people whom I may have never met who are now friends for life.

My first summer I did the short courses,  My first long course was in Santa Cruz and the boat was filled with friends; we did it together.  As I saw the final buoy my eyes filled with tears, tears of accomplishment and pride and yes a little pain.  Finishing a long distance race was an exhausting yet exhilarating experience. I still get emotional after I finish races; a feeling a cancer survivor knows well - gratitude. Gratitude to be healthy and have the ability to participate in this great sport a lake town knows little about.   As  I continue to do bigger races, I find myself needing more time on the water and I crave the freedom to paddle on different water when I choose to.  I was encouraged to get an OC1 but unfortunately my current finances aren't as ambitious as my dreams.   

I would use this OC1 to train, to finally be able to join my friends who have OC1s and potentially race OC1 races.  I would care for it as if it were my child!

I definitely believe in the power of paying it forward and if I ever wanted to part with this lovely craft  I would donate it with honor and request the same thing be done if that person parted with it.  Even before that I would make sure to pay it forward in another way to keep the positivity going.

Thank you generous donor and Cali Paddler for such a wonderful offer. Thank you for reading my story.

Mahalo, Cathie Bown

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I have a degree in Horticulture, I work for a pool and landscape construction company in Sacramento.  I've been divorced for 8 years and raised two stepsons and have a little sister from the big brother big sister program.  I enjoy paddling, hiking, animals, the ocean, and good friends. I currently live in Folsom with two one-year old cats.

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