Surfing

Later on, 25-year-old Brian Ortega will look back at his first week of training camp as just another night of

Irony came in the form of a surf trip today. My surf family Frank Paine and Boris Vishenvsky surf the

A fresh crew was here.  Arriving late last night, KenJen Miller, ripping charger of only 5 years and charger Kristina

Jerry Cunningham was a Los Angeles County lifeguard for 38 years, an alternate on the 1952 U.S. Olympic water polo team, a world champion body surfer in his age group at 65 and competed in the Two-Mile Dwight Crum Pier to Pier Swim from the age of 40 until he turned 76 in 2005. A lifeguard memorial service in Cunningham’s honor will be held Saturday, May 7 at 10 a.m. at Torrance Beach.

Dead would be a cheery euphemism for how I was feeling by the afternoon of my 281st straight day of surfing.

In earlier times, a photographer wouldn’t know how good a shot was until making it to the darkroom. But on

By Morgan Sliff There was a lot to think about this morning. Mom’s wedding was coming up, potential semi-spontaneous Mexico

“What makes this contest different from the others,” Spyder founder Dennis Jarvis said of South Bay Quiksilver Triple Crown of Retro Surfing on Saturday, “is that the boards are older, they’re dinged up. You have to surf a board from the ’80s. They’re totally different to ride than the boards nowadays, ‘cause this was the experimental phase of surfing. So when you see the guys out here, some are kinda bogging down and some are really rippin.’ “

The short, simple, cut and dry version of day 267 of straight surfing. Paddle out through a million sets (took

  For a guy who spends his days amongst sharks and starfish, Jose Bacallao is pretty good at talking with

I first met Taras Poznik about 10 years ago when my next door neighbor Bob Carlson

Waves, just like your day, can completely change with little passing time. The waves of El Porto quickly grew from

At 8 a.m., I sat under the palapa in complete wonder at Old Mans. A summer day with a winter

Today I was floating. Not just from a previous long night of craft beer and arduous time change, but because

Inspiration comes in many different forms.  Whether it’s uplifting chalk art on the Strand wall, witnessing random acts of kindness,

I thought it was an earthquake, but nope, just a whole lot of booming thunder and resounding downpour jolted me