Where it all started

This is the board that got me into longboarding. It all started with a surf trip with some buddies camping for a few days, and just for laughs we brought this along; a board my buddy found collecting dust, cobwebs, and God knows what else in his uncle’s garage. We rode it as a joke, getting two or three of us on it at once. On the last morning of the trip I chose to take it out, and this time seriously ride it. The glide I felt was like nothing else. And with that moment was hooked.

Thanks Lb. I love The Log.

Inside Tubes

While up visiting some friends in Santa Barbara, we spent a lot of time hiking around and exploring some of the areas around town and their campuses. This particular tunnel under a bridge ended up being a highlight for sure.

Beatles quotes, surfers, peace signs; you name it, covered the walls. It was pretty rad.

The world, it burns

I ditched work for this

Needless to say, the ocean doesn't always cooperate with my (or anyone's really) plans.

Between Two Giants

Union Station in LA at about 11pm. Coming home from a trip up to Santa Barbara. As I waited for my connecting train I took a step outside to stretch my legs and I found myself between two giants.

Old man and the sea

For the week I spent surfing and seeing family in Florida I would generally dawn patrol on this particular stretch of beach, and would come across this same old man every morning. He would be there fishing before I was and would stay longer than I would. I was astounded at this man's dedication to the sea. I never got the chance to talk to him, but it seems like he's been doing this same routine for years. All I could think of is how I can only hope to be that passionate about what I love doing when I'm his age.