We can be good swimmers, but can we be a river and experience the fears and hopes of a river?

if scuba’s not your thing, you can still surround yourself with half-naked, chiseled men if you go Jet Skiing, water-skiing, windsurfing, parasailing, or surfing.

During an evening swim through big, slow swells, I floated on my back and peered across at San Francisco; the sun was sink­ing directly behind the city. All I could see was the water — dark, nearly black, the way it gets at that time of day — and the scal­loped top of the city’s sil­hou­ette, like a float­ing citadel. Atlantean, in that light. I ha

swimming pool at night, looking for a place to fuck. The fillip of