Cambute

Cambute, aka the giant conch has been overfished to near extinction from Baja to the Galapagos. Now banned commercially in many countries, I couldn't help but feel a little guilty when my new friends invited me to go diving for Christmas dinner. But conch ceviche, how could I say no? I convinced myself that boys on a balsa raft with leaky masks and mismatched swim fins certainly weren't responsible for the demise of cambute. For them, this is sustenance in it's purest form. At least as long as it lasts. And I can't imagine I'll forget the meal or the experiences they shared with me anytime soon.

Travel Partner

I love to hear you smile.
Celebrating sixteen years of bliss and shit.
My muse, my wife, my travel partner on this earth through life.

Next week we are off to puntas del sur to celebrate our crazy life together (thus far). Three weeks to meld into the landscape and experience a place we've never been before. Hoping to catch some swell, some fish and just leave it all behind this holiday season.

Southern Sun

easy living...

simple pleasures...

southern sun...

Winter Storming

Spring may be right around the corner but the north east is still deeply embedded in winter. Last week delivered a proper winter storm with hurricane winds, heavy surf, and buckets of snow. The storm left me hydrofied but not in a surfy kinda way. Instead, my schedule and timing had me seeking submersion in the frozen realm of stellar crystals. Back to back to back powder days had me sore in a good way, topped off with a two pound burrito and some frosty IPA's.

Winter Storage

A chest of drawers I made this fall for the squirrel in me. A place to store my nuts, or perhaps, keep track of my marbles (through my long dry spells). Actually, my original motivation was a little different, hopefully a little deeper than that, but the above seems most appropriate at the moment.

Road Salt

The sting of road salt on my lips reminds me of the sweet taste of the ocean. I chuckle to myself as I lick it up and dream of being cold and saturated in a more satisfying way. Even so, there's never a dull moment biking with traffic this time of year.

Winter Warmer

Mexican color swatch

time slows, air flows, frigget shows

amphibious friend, hopefully headed for cleaner waters in the spirit world

the last of my vitamin D treatment for the winter

As the wind howls and the thermostat out the window reads 19F these shots from last week seem like an eternity has past. I am thankful to have soaked up as much as we did. My skin is brown, the fire inside is rekindled and my heart feels lighter. Sometimes I think all I need are empty waves, warm water and fresh fish. Then responsibility hits me over the head and I remember... "time to make the doughnuts"

Winter Missions

"I don't care if it rains or freezes, long as I got my plastic Jesus,
riding on the dashboard of my car..."

snowy roads @ dawn

1st light on glass

long drive home...

Hope everyone's getting their fill. I have been left to reflect on waves gone by and to day dream about dawn to dusk missions from winters past as these December swells roll through. Trying my best to weather my landlocked holddown at the moment. A few strategic missions have helped fill the void this fall, but all in all coming up short on filling my cold water quota this season.

*top photo: unknown