Mas Cafe Por Favor

 The Vandura came to a drawn out stop on the 101 heading northbound as I merged into the left lane and flipped on the turn signal. The brakes, signaling with a vibration of the whole rig, reminded of their deterioration and its urgency to be checked out.  Oh well, for now...  I thought to myself. We crossed the highway and hit the gravel which allowed us to pull up close to the cliff and get a first look at the surf. It was just after 7:30 am. "There's a little bump. Better than anywhere we've seen yet," James said, peering out the passenger window.

The Vandura came to a drawn out stop on the 101 heading northbound as I merged into the left lane and flipped on the turn signal. The brakes, signaling with a vibration of the whole rig, reminded of their deterioration and its urgency to be checked out. Oh well, for now... I thought to myself. We crossed the highway and hit the gravel which allowed us to pull up close to the cliff and get a first look at the surf. It was just after 7:30 am. "There's a little bump. Better than anywhere we've seen yet," James said, peering out the passenger window.

 Grip it and rip it.

Grip it and rip it.

 My good friend    James    took a break from his panamerican moto trip on pause in Alaska to come down to Santa Barbara, hang, and work on another project. Even though we both love working on photo stuff, it gave us an excuse to share laughs, revisit old memories, and enjoy each other's sacred company. "Looks good to me. I'm down to grab a board and wetsuit, hike down, and see if it's worth it to even paddle out in. Worth a shot." James and I had been drinking some coffee while watching waves roll in, and decided we had nothing better to do than go for it. As I stood up to start gathering gear,  3 cups of coffee and a lot in my system was finally starting to work its magic.

My good friend James took a break from his panamerican moto trip on pause in Alaska to come down to Santa Barbara, hang, and work on another project. Even though we both love working on photo stuff, it gave us an excuse to share laughs, revisit old memories, and enjoy each other's sacred company. "Looks good to me. I'm down to grab a board and wetsuit, hike down, and see if it's worth it to even paddle out in. Worth a shot." James and I had been drinking some coffee while watching waves roll in, and decided we had nothing better to do than go for it. As I stood up to start gathering gear,  3 cups of coffee and a lot in my system was finally starting to work its magic.

 Cheese.

Cheese.

 If you haven't caught up on what James is up to, I suggest you would. An OG sender and forever dirtbag, James is revolutionizing the outdoor world. Along with two childhood friends, they're currently on a moto mission from Alaska to South America, climbing all the great peaks in between. They recently just summited Denali. Even with that going on, he somehow finds time to startup a rad leather company, prototype shown above. Follow their ride by clicking   here  .

If you haven't caught up on what James is up to, I suggest you would. An OG sender and forever dirtbag, James is revolutionizing the outdoor world. Along with two childhood friends, they're currently on a moto mission from Alaska to South America, climbing all the great peaks in between. They recently just summited Denali. Even with that going on, he somehow finds time to startup a rad leather company, prototype shown above. Follow their ride by clicking here.

 Blown out and small.

Blown out and small.

 Brent reminiscing about his youth.

Brent reminiscing about his youth.

 Selfie. Thanks James.

Selfie. Thanks James.

 Pre-Boneless.

Pre-Boneless.

 Back to our childhood.

Back to our childhood.

 Doing my best to not let my stomach control my morning, I began gathering camera gear, my single fin, and a wetsuit, knowing full well I may be hauling this stuff for no reason. James was loading up on film in the van and rambling on about adventure legends we both really admire. Before filling my arms, I took a second look for any nearby public restrooms or a clearing from the road. Nothing. We started walking down to cross the railroad track as a loud noise from my gut stopped us in our tracks. "I may have to take care of some business before we commit to this," I said, recalling experience from past dawn patrols. "Don't worry about it, we got all the time in the world..."

Doing my best to not let my stomach control my morning, I began gathering camera gear, my single fin, and a wetsuit, knowing full well I may be hauling this stuff for no reason. James was loading up on film in the van and rambling on about adventure legends we both really admire. Before filling my arms, I took a second look for any nearby public restrooms or a clearing from the road. Nothing. We started walking down to cross the railroad track as a loud noise from my gut stopped us in our tracks. "I may have to take care of some business before we commit to this," I said, recalling experience from past dawn patrols. "Don't worry about it, we got all the time in the world..."