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, empty waves. My first trip was in 2011. I found exactly what I was looking for and have been going back ever since. Here are a few pics from my recent visit during the 2019 Hurricane Season.
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
