Nick Statom booked a short vacay in Cabo last year for a wedding and sent through this photo set from a few sessions spent in the salt amongst the shorebreak that abounds throughout that fingertip of dry, deserty coastline. There was a twinge of Pit mag nostalgia that crept over us as the empty barrel shots kickstarted our youthful memories. We found evidence of the epic Eddie Solomon (RIP) cover issue which still holds up today even in the Clark Little era. Somehow Cameron Steele’s Cabo infused poo canon has been erased from the internets altogether but lives eternally in our then-impressionable teenage minds. You can almost feel the dry heat, smell the tequilla, and envision the crystal blue waters in the pics below.
As you may have noticed, we’ve been a bit distracted round these parts for the past year plus. We even forgot about this siiick little minimag that Adam T. sliced together in between recovering from the last Holiday Hangover and making wedding plans. And it actually has enough pixels to dust the cobwebs off that old desktop machine to have a proper gander. Anyway have a look and maybe it will inspire enough to throw down some more 10 page amps in the future. In the meantime, check our Instagram and Facebook where we’ve made an honest living doing a little archive therapy.
Another year, another hangover. With Murdock in Hawaii, Willie on San Clemente Island, and Louie and Brett on injured reserve, the crew is getting harder and harder to assemble. Throw in various baby duty obligations and all we could muster this year was a mini hangover. This was thanks in part to Delmore’s seaside pouring session. And that one night at Bill’s Place with Wilbur. But otherwise it was mellow vibes and good times logging miles along the coast and dusting off the old handycam to grab a few clips. Here’s a few highlights from this year’s stint in the 805.
Josh Warthen is still chasing his dream on the greens but has recently got back in the water to reinvigorate his other pastime. Now in the midst of the digital age, kids may not be familiar with his classic VHS bodyboarding flick Adolescense that came out over 10 years ago. During this particular session the dude had a permanent grin on his face and we were stoked to end our hangover in good company.
The fading swell called for a change of scenery over to the old reliable Black Joe sandbar. A sand point had formed up from the previous week and we got to surf her 3 days in a row. Cale stamped his ticket the 2nd day and was up to his usual tricks on the sweeping righthanders.
It was tough to link up with Hellmore now with Baby #2 on the way. The midday naptime session became the only possibility on the table and after the offshores subsided we found ourselves licking our wounds at onshore, inside left Pismo. The guy still knows how to make shitty waves look good as evidenced here in our Day 8 frame.
Roldy’s been having a tough hangover. His week has been filled with the likes of crankshaft pulleys, shot battery terminals, seized bolts, and broken radiator bands. We reckon this is what Santa would look like a week into a tough holiday hangover, facial expression and all. Hopefully Red Dog’s luck turns around before the end of our stay.
This local baby seal has been showing up every year around the holidays and improving his game. The barrel to reverse air he threw the other day would have broke National Geographic’s web servers had we filmed it in time. Here he is pulling in deep during this holiday season.
We filmed Pismo for a bit today but it wasn’t really happening. The wind finally switched back to its trusty NW direction making it hard to deliver. We threw it back to Thanksgiving and this coverup from the local Giraffe Kid.
Today was one of those days where you knew somewhere else was better. Straight offshore and plenty of lingering swell still in the water we somehow settled back on Pismo. The old faithful has its moments but tonight wasn’t really one of them. A sighting from Burkard and Clay was a nice consolation. Here’s Willie with a quick little RB hit to get the blood flowing for today’s frame.
24 hours and some stiff Santa Lucias allowed the ocean to groom herself from yesterdays chaos to todays feast. When we rocked up to Frankie’s barrel to revo we knew it was game on. Pretty much the area’s entire boogie crew made it out for the session to sample some wedgy peaks. Suicide Joe swung into a few right on the rocks and earned himself the daily frame with this emerald gem. Looking forward to what tomorrow brings!
On the first day of hangover my true love gave to me….a throaty doubleup? Yup, here’s Louie rounding third and heading for home on a dredger that bounced off an old faithful pile of rocks on the first day of our annual holiday pilgrimage to Pismo. A camera flash malfunction killed most of the media from this session but this sequence was spared. Glad this worked out or else we would have had little to show for our efforts except for this really cool pic of Willie on his ebike prior to the session. Roldan might have to invest in one too after his battles with the old Toyoter today.