Growing up as a surfer in New England, Nova Scotia was our version of Baja. It represented the promise of an epic road trip, an international border crossing, and rugged,
My older brother Scott and I just got back from what was, at least for us, a pretty big trip. It was our fourth annual winter van trip: three weeks,
January was filled with lots of good surf and Beth O’Roark was kind enough to snap a few pics of a fun session close to home. This session was a
In December, Scott and I loaded up the van with our ski gear and warmest clothes. We headed out for nearly three weeks, chasing powderup to British Colombia and back.
It was early September and the Atlantic began to stack up with hurricanes lined up one after the next. First there was Irma. Then Jose. And Maria right behind. I booked a