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.
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