Following the narrative of this piece, Rob Laurie traipses through the desert equipped only with his sponge, fins, and a pair of reflective sunglasses. Out of the sand appears a mirage of spitting deserted barrels, sucking off a shallow ledge. However, they were not a trick of the eye caused by the refraction of light rays, and those lofty backflips are no optical illusion either.
Filmed & Edited by Nick Collins
If Jack Kerouac surfed he would have chewed his beatnik leg off to get on this trip. Desert Point to Shipstern and everything in between.
Not all winter is cold, even if the country is in danger of washing away there will be surfers lapping up the storms
Those two imposters, triumph and disaster, go hand in hand in the sport of bodyboarding, especially for those hellmen who push the boundaries of what is surfable.
From Europe to the West Coast of the States Alex Botelho had one hell of a season
Welcome to the plateau. It's where we gather to watch Yago Dora soar above our heads.