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 to surf. Each year I make a pilgrimage back to surf small waves and hang with fam. My typical routine is to wake up, drink some coffee, and walk up the hill to my cousins house to check the surf. This day was beautiful and glassy and my mom joined me with her camera and watched/snapped some pics from the rocks. Pure joy.
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
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
