Over the holiday’s, Scott and I jumped in the van and headed North with skis, surfboards, and our heaviest wetsuits. We spent two and a half weeks on the road, logged over three thousand miles, crossed international borders, and found some of the best powder and waves of our lives. Here are a few pics from the adventure.
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,
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