Can you name the best baseball player on earth? If not, don't feel bad. Mike Trout is a historically great baseballing man for the moribund Angels down there in Anaheim, an amusement park strip mall masquerading as a city. He's a ragin[...]

I write you today hopelessly buried beneath a stack of surf mags and DVDs from the '80s, '90s and early '00s. My oxygen is running perilously low and I fear, without a brazen plan concocted by a crack team of rescuers to free me from t[...]

Halfway through a film festival at the Santa Cruz Patagonia store, a man handed me a plastic container full of writhing meal worms. They were happily eating their way through a crumbled fistful of styrofoam, leaving organic, plant-grow[...]

Ever since the first footage was released of Kelly's Wave, the most important technological innovation in surfing since the development of the surfboard, something didn't quite sit well. At first, I thought perhaps it was merely that a[...]

“Oh no, not Kai Lenny, too!” was my immediate reaction upon seeing on my newsfeed that Maui’s all-terrain hellman was now an advocate for hydrofoil surfing. I couldn’t help but laugh at Lenny’s choice to p[...]

God help me. I’m about to argue that sometimes beach access fees might not be a bad thing. Since the 1940s, there has been a locked gate fronting Opal Cliffs Beach, often called “Privates,” a small Santa Cruz beach ju[...]