A few months passed, and Jeff and I had spent our time in mainland Mexico surfing some of the country’s best waves. But it was time to take a ferry across the Sea of Cortez to the endless right-hand point breaks of Baja California. Our goal was to catch the biggest and best waves of the trip before having to cross the border back to the United States. Continue reading “It’s Not Always About the Surf”
The Outer Banks. It’s the hidden gem of the East Coast surfing community. The 200-mile-long stretch of carefully linked barrier islands is a paradise for surfers, beach-combers, kiteboarders and just about all water-loving enthusiasts.
After all, the Outer Banks (known by all who have been there as the “OBX”) are surrounded on both sides by water — the Atlantic Ocean on one side and the Currituck, Albermarle and Pamlico Sounds on the other. And while the Atlantic Ocean isn’t particularly known for its consistent and high-quality surf, the Outer Banks’ unique position floating out to sea and conveniently shaped like a half-moon, allows it to pick up Atlantic swells from the North, East and South. Continue reading “One Reason You Don’t Have to Leave the Carolinas to Surf”
It’s hard to tell if there’s a sense of urgency in visiting Panama. The Panama Canal is expanding and medical tourism is booming, but four hours from the city, towns and beaches have that ‘came and went’ feeling with “Se Vende” signs hung from restaurant palapas and cement skeletons of apartment buildings left abandoned. It’s hard to say if Panama is on the verge of a massive boom or if it’s laying still like the panting basset hound outside our cabina’s door, but whichever way you look at it, the time to visit Panama is now. Continue reading “Why You Should Visit Panama Now”
Thirty-six hours is never long enough to visit Asheville, but I often find myself stopping through on long drives back home to Michigan or short getaways to escape the beach and appease some of life’s primary interests: beards, bluegrass, the Blue Ridge Mountains and of course — beers. Continue reading “Beers, Bluegrass and the Best Breakfast Ever: 36 Hours in Asheville, N.C.”
I’ve always prided myself on being a light packer. Before I left for Mexico to celebrate dad’s 60th and catch some waves in Boca de Pascuales, I thought something along the lines of, “I’m going on a surf trip, I’ll be practically naked frolicking around in my bathing suit the whole time.”
For the most part, I was right, but often times with perfect waves comes less than perfect weather, and in less than perfect weather, I’m freezing my butt off in just my bathing suit. Needless to say, there are a few simple items I’ll never forget to pack again, and hopefully this post will prevent others from making the same mistakes. Continue reading “A Few Things I’ll Never Forget to Pack Again”