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.
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
In 2019, Klaus invited me on a trip to surf an elusive boat access wave. For whatever reason, I declined the invitation and immediately regretted it/swore to never pass up
Right now I am on a plane, heading back to CA after chasing Hurricane Teddy to the East Coast. It was an amazing mission and here is the recap. First,