There’s something magical about the ocean. It calls out not just to surfers, but to souls yearning for connection, challenge, and a sprinkle of salty mischief. And if you’ve ever found yourself paddling out alongside strangers, sharing wide grins over wipeouts, or exchanging “stoke” at...
Let’s be honest: learning to surf solo is like trying to learn salsa by reading a book. Sure, it sounds noble, but sooner or later you’re going to get tangled in your own two left feet,or in this case, arms. If you’ve ever belly-flopped your...
(Or, How to Surf Like You Mean It, and Start Carving Like a Jedi) If surfing was a language, the bottom turn would be its comma—smooth, subtle, and absolutely necessary. Mess it up, and your wave turns into a confused run-on sentence. Nail it, and you’re...