If you’re like me and sometimes fancy yourself as a scurvy-stricken, rum drinking pirate who belongs in the South Pacific, you’ll love the titles…

Yeah, it’s the most overused and cliche term you hear in the winter months, but Jesus, is it cold enough for you?

The smell of kalbi ribs, teriyaki chicken, steaks, hot dogs, and hamburgers wafts through the narrow little alleyways and drifts into the lineup while the pinging of beer bottles opening rings long after the food is gone.

It feels good to be back on the North Shore.

I present to you the masterful minds behind all of these cool marquee images you’ve been seeing of late, Mr. Marc Hostetter and Mr. Sam Allen.

I keep seeing a bumper sticker (at Beacons no less) with that phrase on it and always makes me think of a world with no leashes…a happy, peaceful world filled with surfers that can swim, bodysurf, and fix dings.

It’s getting to be the time of year when everyone in the surf world starts asking their bros, “When are you going to Hawaii?”

This Saturday while enjoying some fun, two-to-three foot surf in Encinitas, CA, a friend of mine on a stand up paddleboard (one of these days I’ll blog about something else—but don’t worry I was riding a shortboard) spotted a sea turtle of all things!

As you may have noticed, I’ve taken it upon myself to be the internet protector (at least on this Web site) of Sea Sweeping a.k.a Stand Up Paddling. Let me clarify where I stand however…

I’m done with the WCT for the year, the WQS ratings race is where the action is…