Open Editions: Surf's Up !

Surf culture is in my blood. I grew up in South Texas, near Corpus Christi and I have always been about a 30 minute drive to the beach. I would go every weekend since I was teenager and knew someone with a car. I'll concede that I only actually tried to surf a few times, but I always loved everything that went along with it. We would play hacky sack, listen to reggae, smoke pot and drink, and enjoyed ogling all the girls in bikinis. We could go Port Aransas and it's wet packed down sand, it was easier to drive on, and better fishing. You had to ride the ferry across to get over. The hardcore surfers would park on our side and paddle across before the ferry started running, then walk to the beach and surf for an hour or two, calling it dawn patrol... and would sometimes actually make it back to school on time. Lot's of great memories. Point is, though I'm not a surfer, I grew up with and around it, and wear the uniform of most surfers... Love to grill on the beach etc. Same with skating I was never a skater, but was always around it, the skaters and surfers were intertwined, and I was happy to smoke out, hang out, and watch. Don't be surprised by a motif of palm trees, sand, water, surfing, grilling, bikinis, etc. It's part of me. I was 6'2" and 230 pounds by the time I was 14 so I was always to big and awkward to skate or surf... so i'm always in shorts, sandals, and a t-shirt, if not a hawaiian print button down shirt. Winter is over, spring has sprung, let's celebrate beach culture and all it entails. Shaka Brah ! 2,912 x 1,632