It doesn’t matter who we are.
It doesn’t matter where we were.
It only matters that we went.
“Go small. Go simple. Go now.”
Greeting the rise of the sun through the morning skies and the sound of water slapping the hull.
Extra fuel required.
Idling down for the peaceful approach to paradise.
There are places I will always remember.
Rugged coastal frontier, complete with roaming and snarling marine mammals.
Just around the corner there’s a wave that looks like your childhood sketchbook.
Slow things down a bit, enjoy the view and just be.
Time is relative // traveling in the vortex.
Keep your friends close, because the predator might be even closer.
Everything in front of you, everything behind you.
Looking into the secrets of the Universe.
Grabbing rail while gouging through endless gallons of freedom.
I was all the way there.
A far cry from the native Chumash angle.
“I like my steak rare.”
How can so many things be happening all at once?
Filthy rich with life.
“This area to be avoided.”
Making bait in Kelpland.
Yellow Fin Tuna.
My favorite song.
Enjoying the ride.
Good morning from the water.
Looking around the corner.
Steak and corn for dinner.
Watching lightning light up the night sky.
Warm air, hot sun, cool people.
Do what you love.
Life is short.
Then you’re fucking dead.
(all photos by one of the guys, the other photo by one of the other guys.)