A surfer celebrates Independence Day
The oceanic colors of blue, green and gray symbolize another sort of freedom.
Waterspot
Ordering a new board
Realizing that this will probably be the last new board I will ever order, I have become obsessed with its design.
Ams or pros — all are bros
At Saturday's annual Switchfoot Bro-Am, the food was good, the music was outstanding and the vibe was heavenly.
About the cost of a tank of gas
I know how selfish all this sounds, but let’s be honest, what surfer doesn’t enjoy uncrowded surf at someone else’s expense?
May Gray, June Gloom and other summertime blues
No, I refuse to treat summer like some dust bowl Okie pining over a dead mule.
A trip to the kelp
A mask and snorkel and a pair of fins can lead to an adventure you’ll never forget.
‘We’re on fire!’
It seems strange to contemplate now, but in 1990 there were no surf films concerning what I have termed the “Longboard Renaissance.”
Surf shacks
I moved into my first house on 3rd and G Street in Encinitas in the summer of 1970. The rent was $100 a month.
In praise of ‘junk’ surf
Even after I had lived in North County for decades, I would often show up, surfboard in hand, just as the wind turned.
Surf community gathers to honor Takayama
It seemed that three quarters of surf history was in one room on April 24 to celebrate Donald Moke Takayama.
