Where there is water, there is surf

The North Sea is synonomous with nasty. Nasty wind and hundreds of miles of deep sea means wave potential. Thats how I sold it to myself, cause we were moving. My new boss toured me around my new Dutch office space: desk, coffee, coworkers, phone, blah, blah, keys to temporary car. Promptly, at 4:59, I ghosted through the door and went in search of water and waves. I spent weeks preparing myself to understand that this was not going to be southern california, and I hit the nail on the head. Scooting around the commercial harborfront, my anticipation grew to an unmanageable level as I climbed a small hill in my GTI, leading me over the dunes of Schevinigen beach. The bells of heaven rang (something was ringing), as before me lay waves, wetsuits, and an army of euro surfers. The surf sucked, the army was enthusiastic, the local surf surf stocked wax, a few socal shapes, and thats all I needed to survive. In a pinch, Biarritz was only a 10 hour drive away

Not your typical day, light wind offshore holding up clean faces

The circus comes to town

That should thin down the crowd

When the sun, stars, and moon align, it shapes up nice. Windows are small...