Nothing like surfing a summer spot in the dead of winter. We lucked out with some fun waves and no crowds. It was basically just Scott and I, a pro surfer, and her photog Daniel Tayenaka who happened to snap a few shots of me as well. The last three photos are all his.
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