Newport Beach: The next logical step for pretty much every well-off Southern Californian business degree graduate. The people are toned, white, wealthy, and alw...
"Do you have a leg injury?"
No, for the 100th time - my sweet yoga teacher - I do not have a leg injury. I am just horrifically inflexible. Despite practicin...
A few weeks ago, I stumbled upon surf writer Cameron Brown and his blog, My Wave Addiction. I found myself nodding along to so many of his posts that revolve ar...
I'm going to put it out there and humble-brag that I'm a GoPro hipster. I used the first model of the camera back in 2010, when people would stop me on the stre...
There are three unwritten laws in surfing: never drop in; never hassle; and never come between a surfer and a good night's sleep the day before a big swell.
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Welcome back to the new fortnightly series, Life Outside!— a place where I will share snippets of microadventures, action sports, eco-friendly tips, and other a...
There's a reason humans feel happier gazing at stars rather than screens and the stale air of a shopping mall cannot compare with the fresh sky of the outdoors....
Margaret River is the town in Western Australia that I'm extremely protective over. It's a special snowflake. It can do no wrong. It has a small-town feel, wild...
Gili Trawangan isn't on the radar of great Indonesian surf spots, so when the stars aligned to bring the biggest swell of our entire trip, Moritz and I knew tha...
"Margs" for Western Australians isn't just a term used to order a delicious Mexican drink, it's what they affectionately call one of the best surfing towns in t...
