What the hell is a Wetass?
A few years ago, while sailing through the Caribbean, I was sitting in an inflatable dinghy slapping across the chop toward the boat, when the following announcement popped from my mouth: "Oh man, my ass is wet." "Yeah, mine is too," came a chorus of three. When you are aboard a sailboat almost anything can set off the most detailed, thoughtful, unpredictable and mostly irrelevant philosophical enquiries, especially when good rum costs about $1.50 a bottle and native weed comes by the handful in brown paper bags. And so it was that wet asses, their frequency, their virtues, their cosmic meaning, became the subject of a three day running dialogue--the source of much mirth--aboard a 35-foot sloop. Underlying the conversation was one simple insight: if you are a person whose ass is frequently wet, a person who frequently thinks or says "Oh man, my ass is wet," then you are probably outside a lot, engaged in challenging, intense, asswetting adventures. In other words, having a wet ass, despite the discomfort, means you are having a hell of a time. And if you are not willing to get your ass wet every once in a while, you are probably not living hard enough, getting out there enough, or having enough fun. A profound dichotomy was born. WetAss: good. DryAss: bad. Suddenly these labels, thanks to their simplicity, the fact they include the word ASS, which is obviously fun to say, and the fact that they divide all of humanity into two clearly defined groups, were incorporated into our language, our outlook and our way of interpreting the world. This web site will be devoted to WetAsses everywhere. It will chronicle adventures and profile adventurers. It will track news related to adventure and the environment. It will review adventure literature, in both books and magazines. It will provide a forum for people who are devoted to getting out there and having fun....even if there is a chance that their asses might just get wet.