This is a story about surfing. And I guess it starts at about six in the morning, when you wake up, and your body hurts, and your mind is crooked, and your legs are short.
Read MoreIn other news, we’ve managed to acquire quite the vessel for this expedition. She’s a lifted, Ford E250 Sportsmobile named Echo; absolutely decked inside and out!
Read MoreMy friend! I hope this letter finds you well. September has been nothing short of grand, but, truthfully, I don’t have time to impart the details. Today, I write to tell you of the upcoming October assignment.
Read MoreWe are in a area of Northern California unmistakably identified by its rugged and rocky coastline, headed north from San Francisco towards Oregon.
Read MoreI rolled over in my tangled sleeping bag, pushing a surfboard off my chest and searching blindly for my phone. The screen lit up, illuminating the condensation on the single pane camper shell windows. 5am. Jackson was still passed out in the front seat
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