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 first wave. Basically where it all began. Here are a few pics from this summer’s family trip.
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
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