the usual surf session is on weekdays. Dawn patrol in days with no morning meetings. It’s seldom a solitary activity in the summer, but it can be in winter days when the forecast doesn’t show size. The break is Malibu Surfrider Beach. I used to walk down to
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we visited the Grand Teton and Yellowstone National Parks in early September. Each trip is an opportunity to experiment with answering the question: what is the least amount of gear and clothes that I can possibly take? I’m convinced that a GoPro (plus an iPhone as backup) is sufficient
the usual trail run starts by waking up early morning on the right location. That is four minutes away from Malibu Creek State Park. The clothes selection is governed by the weather, and in this winter I’m loving my Patagonia Thermal Airshed Jacket. It keeps me at goldilocks body
without us noticing, we have a new ritual. Father and daughter only. Sometimes Sirius comes by and watches us, but he lets us be for the most part. Every evening, after the family has finished dinner, Luna calls me from the stairs, or comes to me with the little blue
the song was stronger than the guitar, than the place and everything. The song had to come out because it had to come out. It was as if I was there because the song had to come out, and not viceversa.
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