I remember being up in the Bay Area when I saw a south swell coming. It was likely to be the the last south of the season and there was a spot I really wanted to check out.

I always looked up to those surfers and skiers who put in that little bit of extra effort. They were always at the right spot at the right time. They
Martha’s Vineyard is a very special place to me. I’ve been going there since I was born and it’s where I first fell in love with the ocean and learned
Got the van stuck, scored epic/uncrowded waves, and waited for 6+ hours to cross the border. Pretty much a classic Baja surf trip. Related