In December, Scott and I loaded up the van with our ski gear and warmest clothes. We headed out for nearly three weeks, chasing powderup to British Colombia and back.
It was early September and the Atlantic began to stack up with hurricanes lined up one after the next. First there was Irma. Then Jose. And Maria right behind. I booked a
One of my closest and oldest friends lives in Israel. His name is Boris. He was flying back to Boston and said he wanted to visit me in California. Surely,
I’m extremely fortunate to have an aunt that lives on island off the coast of Massachusetts. It’s where I first fell in love with the ocean. Where I caught my