We explore an abandoned beach house from the 1800's and jam out at the famous Soggy Dollar beach bar on Jost Van Dyke in the British Virgin Islands.
We packed our longboards and blankets and a lighter and headed down to the Hideaway, a little bamboo hut on an ignored stretch of coastline right in the middle of Southern California—Los Angeles to the north and San Diego to the south, but not a soul in sight for miles. Read More...
Welcome to.....Baja? Nope, this is Southern California. We had an itch to scratch, so we set our tents on the beach and rubbed some sand in it. It's October now—it's getting late in the calendar, but I try not to know what day of the week it is...the weather doesn't seem to know either–it still looks like summer here. No amount of long-pants, plastic red leaves, and pumpkin lattés can change that. I recently attended a lecture where an old timer told stories of the history of surfing in Southern California. He said, "We used to bring a jug of wine and camp on the beach with our girls. We'd surf until after dark and never see a single person all day. Too bad there's no place you can do that in Southern California anymore." Ha! But he makes a good point. Beach access isn't just about being able to step on the sand, it's about being able to explore what it means to be a little less robot, and a little more human.
"Sailing is dangerous...some never return." We climbed aboard a beat up sailboat with a few friends and took to the seas for an golden afternoon....I'm now thiiiiis much closer to getting my own live-a-board sailboat. The rent for the slip is only 1/5th of what I pay for my apartment!
Travis explains in less than a minute, how he makes burritos out of leftovers from Thanksgiving.