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.
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,