Surfing the Ranch
For a few months Andrew and I had been talking about taking our homie Justin up on his offer to come out to Santa Barbara and surf the Hollister Ranch. In our minds, SB had nice waves everyday and the Ranch had even better waves that no one else would be surfing. And also sharks. We were actually nervous imagining what it would possibly be like surfing there. So we finally booked tickets out not really having any idea what to expect. I had a layover in Phoenix on my way and decided to drink a bunch of whiskey and eat a brackish veggie burger with a mountain of fries. By the time I got to SB it was late and I was feeling heinous, my head was rocking and all I could imagine was this fucking veggie burger and grease mound of fries in my stomach. There was a bunch of homies to pick me up which I was super grateful for, and Andrew was already with them. We met Justin back at the ultimate chill zone where he was posted up chilling while recovering from breaking both his legs. Anyways, in the morning we woke up early and headed immeeds to LP to grab a bean. We had a couple beans and we linked Travis. We did a lot of chilling, met lots of friends, we got shown around to all the spots, we even got boards. Travis even gave us his truck, so we pretty much had SB on lock for a couple days. We also learned that when there are no waves in SB, there are literally no waves. After a couple days it was time to head to the ranch, when we got there, our squad linked another homie Kyle, who turns out, is a lord. Kyle had a built out sprinter van that was able to shuttle us all to and from the surf spots. We were awe struck when we got to the ranch and pretty much stayed in that state of struckness for the duration of our stay. That night we surfed into the sunset and I’ve never been part of such a beautiful scene. The ocean was flowing chrome waves that were reflecting the sherbert colored sky lit by the sinking sun.. I wish we never had to stop surfing. After that we had a few more sessions including another sunset session. Kyle was always LBing the van mad chill and every time playing the reggae playlist. We made food using vegetables from Trav’s garden and also made juice from the lemon, orange, and lime trees. At night, the sky was so clear that you could see the milky way and soo many stars. I swear it was so bright my phone was able to take a photo. When we went back to SB, Loydacris needed to use the ultimate chill for the night so me and Drew slept on Justins boat in the SB harbor. We spent the next days doing the classic SB activities, grabbing fresh bean, stopping at lazeries for some sparkos and snacks, cruising the mesa, meeting homies, eating pizza, and all sorts of stuff honestly.
I realize I’ve just rambled on not making much of any sense about this trip… but I hope this makes sense to some people. Thanks to everyone that hung out with us and helped us out. Shouts to Blix, CJ, Laydacris, Trav, Justin, Kyle, Parker, Lew, 88, Soft Spaceman/woman, Little Pidge, Hamms, Lazeries, and the J-Quan.
We got back to NY during the hurricane swell and we were super eager to finally get some waves. I got to the beach one morning before the sun came up and watched it rise over an ocean that was seriously pumping D’s. Deez lefts super fast into the og explodery. The photos of the big waves are from Rockaway when we got back to town, the rest of the photos are from the west coast.
