It may have all began in the mountains but as us land locked riders have grown through the years we decided to meet up in Pescadero, viagra Mexico for a surf reunion. The air temp matching the water temp at 85 degrees was just what the doctor ordered.
Travis said we would be close to the break but I wasn’t expecting to be able to shoot photos from my cabana of locals shredding down the line or being able to walk with the bambinos down to the ocean for an evening swim. The next day we found out the hard way that Baja clinics aren’t cheap as Chris took a fish to the nose the first day. It gave us an excuse to go kick it at budget beach and swim with the kids. After Chris’s one day “recovery” we woke to glassy surf every morning and finished the evenings with incredible sunsets in a wood fired hot tub.
Pescadero will hold strong in my heart and memory as a place of relaxation, inspiration and a meeting spot for old and new friends alike. The last day I woke to a short surf session and sand in the toes. Twelve hours later I arrived home still in sandals and shorts but snow in toes this time.
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