When summer begins, I always get the same feeling I did when I was a kid on the last day of school each year. It’s the feeling of knowing for the next three months, the weather is going to be great, and the hunt for the next great adventure is on. Whether it’s here at home when the rain is finally gone and the south swells are back in the water, or somewhere far, far away where the waves we see in magazines patiently await the next boatload of tourists, summer is the time I’m most inspired to be outside, travel, explore and surf.
When I’m home in LA the trip could be as close as a morning surf at Zuma followed by breakfast at Coogie’s Beach Cafe or an afternoon session in Oxnard finished off with dinner at Malibu Seafood. And
when the waves call from some other corner of the globe, the preparation for the trip is always the same—picking out what boards to bring, stocking my iPod with fresh music for the flights and checking surf reports with my buddies for wherever we’re headed.
No matter where the final destination may be—near or far— there’s nothing quite like the feeling of finally arriving after all the anxious anticipation and jumping in the water for the first time to celebrate that the newest summertime adventure has officially begun.
