Summer is a double-edged sword here on the Central Coast. With summer comes crowds; everyone from beginners learning on soft-tops to tourists playing in the shore break.
An absolute honor to meet this legend. Damien Hobgood backside air. Photo:Colin Nearman
Using downtime wisely. Summer projects with craftsman and designer Mikey Gaumann. Photo: Colin Nearman
Small pulses, big moves. Braden Jones launching against the winds. Photo: Colin Nearman
Stalefish. Chippa Wilson, Big Sur, California. Photo: Colin Nearman
Getting wild in the wild. Chippa Wilson, Big Sur, California. Photo: Colin Nearman
Ian Walsh taking flight on the west coast. Photo: Colin Nearman
Flat spells are not the end of a good time around home. Kaleb Black, Cayucos, Califronia. Photo:Colin Nearman
Warm wind, open land and a good dance under the season's sun. Photo: Colin Nearman
Progression of youth with Braden Jones. Photo: Colin Nearman
A golden summer is a good summer. Photo: Colin Nearman
Had the pleasure of meeting up with the Fox Surf crew while they were touring
The west coast. Here’s Chippa Wilson setting up for a ramp in Big Sur. Photo: Colin Nearman
The tattoo community has grown in the world and now, more than ever, you see surfers and talent inside our lifestyle involved in the art. A block away from the beach, Tiger Rose Tattoo in Pismo Beach, CA hosted a charity event raising over $8,000 for the Women’s Shelter in San Luis Obispo. Amazing to see a shop inside a surf-driven town doing such great things. Photo: Colin Nearman
A view from behind of Christian Saenz throwing some tail. Photo: Colin Nearman
Splitting Peaks. Chippa Wilson airborne as Braden Jones races for the right. Photo: Colin Nearman
Many angles were shot in this moment. Chippa putting on a show, while Chris Burkard gets the shot from behind. Photo: Colin Nearman
1:30am, the crowd was still lined up down the street, these guys didn’t get much sleep. Last customer was at 5:30am. Photo:Colin Nearman
Power Packed. Shaun Burns, Cayucos California. Photo:Colin Nearman
Clean and Empty. Central Coast, California. Photo:Colin Nearman
I have mixed feelings towards summer. I always look forward to summer’s embrace about halfway through spring. Here on the Central Coast of California, spring means incessant onshore winds and subsequent cold-water upwelling. By the time May rolls around, I’m more than ready for summer’s warmer demeanor. I love the long days and relatively warm water temperatures. I love south swells and the punchy lefts they produce at our beach breaks.
But summer is a double-edged sword here on the Central Coast. With summer comes crowds; everyone from beginners learning on soft-tops to tourists playing in the shore break. There is nothing quite as frustrating as taking off on a wave, struggling through flat spots, finally making it to the end section (which is the only decent part of the wave), only to have to kick out because there is a pack of tourists frolicking in the shore break.
Summer often means fog here as well. It could be sunny and 80 degrees five-minutes inland, but here on the coast it’s a blanket of fog. And somehow there always seems to be a weird ghost wind that comes with summertime fog. Which is why, for all the sunny beach days that our neighbors in Southern California get to enjoy, up here we often have to find other activities to keep us occupied through the summer doldrums. Some take to the nearby lakes and mountains and others use summer as their time to travel. But for those willing to stick out all the obstacles that summer presents, occasionally we get rewarded. It is quite magical when the sun finally does make an appearance and it coincides with a pulse of south swell; I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world.
But I think the best part about summer here is that it means one thing: fall is only ninety days away.