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We loaded up a half-cab Tacoma pickup truck with a mattress in the back, surf and skateboards on top, beers in the middle and five of us spread throughout on a 1600 mile trip through scorching hot desert to get from California to Texas. Didn't get the waves we imagined from the hurricane we chased, but we had a hell of a time making the best of what we found. Photo: Dylan Gordon
I never really understood the beauty of logging until this year’s flat spell. It took a couple sessions and a good single fin for me to realize that there is an infinite amount of beauty in the mastery of surfing a small wave creatively.
You can have as good of a time seeking out one footers with a few good friends as you can waiting for the 50-year storm. It’s all in how you look at it. Plus, it’ll get you in the water a hell of a lot more. This realization made this past summer an unforgettable one and introduced me to a whole new world of amazing people. I cannot wait to spend the years to come hunting down more micro perfection with them.
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