Im Home! I just spent the last week in a mental whirlwind, of solitude, diners, truck-stops, energy drink, and 15 hours a day at 80+ mph. I took interstate 15, made a bet in Vegas, lost, and made my way north to the 70. Interstate 70 took me through Utah and Colorado where the drive amongst the mountainside and through canyons was spectacular before I hit Kansas where boredom set in and I wished for a quick death.  Middle of the country is the toughest leg, I hoped to see a twister rip through the road and send me off to the land of Oz as I sped past the monotonous country side of corn fields and giant bible belt crosses. It’s at this point in the solo mission that my mind becomes overwhelmed with the determination to get home and I cruise for hours calling my friends, shouting out the window, driving through random country towns, even get a speeding ticket to break unchanging sequence of milage. The good part about that drive, it makes a trek up or down the East coast in search of waves seem minor, and it feels really good to finally make it home. I had a surf session with Kevin Richards at our home break in Ocean City that, on any other week would have been mediocre, but the fact I was in the ocean and not landlocked for hours made the session much more than it was. It’s good to be home and I’ll see you all around!

No surf here, but you could see where ancient oceans ripped through the earth.. Can you imagine cavemen ripping??