There’s a specific kind of magic that happens when you cram too many surfboards, a questionable amount of snacks, and your favorite people into a car and just drive.
Our latest mission? Finding that perfect, uncrowded break tucked away behind a wall of jungle green. We didn’t just find the waves—we found the kind of memories that stay etched in your mind long after the salt has washed off.
The Setup
You know the drill. The “departure time” was 6:00 AM. We actually rolled out at 8:30 AM because someone (looking at you, Dave) couldn’t find his fins. But once the roof rack was strapped down and the trunk was overflowing, the vibe was official.
There’s something about the film-camera aesthetic of this trip that just feels right. No filters, no overthinking—just raw, grainy snapshots of us being ridiculous in a parking lot.
Highlights of the Haul
- The “Shaka” Energy: Spirits were high from the jump. Even the guy squatting like he’s about to win a gold medal in hype-man Olympics kept us laughing through the humid air.
- The Scenery: Lush, deep green canopy everywhere. It felt like we were driving into a scene from Jurassic Park, but with more wax and less running for our lives.
- The Gear: We definitely overpacked. Between the longboards, the shortboards, and the “just in case” foamie, the car was basically a moving surf shop.
Why We Do It
It’s not always about the wave count. It’s about the pre-surf ritual: standing around the open hatch, reapplying sunscreen, arguing over which spot will have the best offshore wind, and just soaking in the anticipation.
That moment in the photo? That’s the peak. That’s the “we finally made it” feeling before the first paddle out.
“The best surfer out there is the one having the most fun.” — Phil Edwards
Judging by the smiles (and the questionable poses), I think we won.