About a week ago (WEEK AGO), I paddled out to (what I thought was) an empty lineup. There weren’t many people driving around, on the beach, or on the boardwalk–strange for a beautiful late-Spring morning. The surf looked aight and the rest of the week’s forecast suggested surfboarding wouldn’t be an option in […]
Today was cool. Looking at the forecast during the days prior, no one would have bugged out. Swellinfo called for 3-4 foot swell and “red” conditions. The wind was forecasted to be out of the North, which is very scary for surfers on the Northern Jersey Coast. These North (or “devil”) winds usually […]
Spring Fever had East Coasters’ ears perked for a few fleeting moments. The nostalgic feeling of warmth floated back into our lives only to be stripped away by whipping winds. For 48 hours, Jersey experienced late-Spring conditions; in another 24 the pleasant weather felt like a distant dream. While Sally sat pissed she missed her […]
Anyone else’s house blowing down? The wind kicked upwards of 30 mph today and shit is just blowin everywhere. Tree branches are hitting cars and gutters are blowing off house roofs. Some friends at local schools are even getting told not to go to class tomorrow. In fear of… A tornado or maybe […]
There has been a few waves in Jersey the last few days–And for surfers that have been paying attention, the ducks have been charging. Not sure if this is prime time surf season for the NJ duck population, but we’ve seen them in the lineup, on the beach, and charging shorebreak. The guys in […]
When you don’t shoot film for a little while somethings just run together. In this case, Ryan shot a roll from California that made it all the way back to the East Coast. Here you may find photos that are of (but not limited to) Californian reef breaks, beachy wedges, beer drinking, debauchery, Jersey skating/slamming, […]
Pouring PBR, as galavanting ghouls shout hysterics in the night. Smirking teenagers take aim, and soon toilet paper pirouettes as rolls are released. Kooks cackle and abdomens ache. Suddenly, all is silent. A single distinguished drop douses the dirt. A drop of… Blood? Wenches wail! No, it could not be. Drip. Drop. Dripp. Dropp. Drippp… Drunk? […]