From the sound of it, a paddle through Buzzards Bay connotes an adventure across some liquid wasteland, where scavenger birds wait on rocks for some hapless paddleboarder to be done in by jagged boulders or lurking creatures. In fact, an equally grim scene presented itself in 1991 when Hurricane Bob destroyed the coastline and then again twelve years later when a ship leaked nearly 100,000 gallons of oil into the bay, killing an abundance of shellfish and birds. But during my stand-up voyage through the nooks and crannies of Buzzards Bay and out into the open jade waters, I was hard-pressed to find anything devastating. Read more
It had been my first surf trip up the coast from New York. Maine was our end destination. Matt was my companion. We were looking to find waves. After taking more than fifteen detours off the highway and winding down roads that ostensibly led to surf, we found ourselves confronted with the waveless shores of Rhode Island, a perplexingly flat Cape Cod, and the pancake seas of Kennebunkport. That first night, we pitched our tent, Swiss-army-knifed open a can of baked beans, and wondered how many tanks of gas we would burn through before finding a wave in New England. Read more
Just below the evergreens that grow at the peaks of New Hampshire’s White Mountains, the world below looks like a sepia-toned photograph: bare black deciduous trees, slopes blanketed in white, tanned cottages and resorts, gray puffs from the hidden fireplaces at work, and off-white granite. That’s the scene in winter in this section of the state and skiing or snowboarding the White Mountains is the best way to take it all in. There are eight ski ares in the White Mountains. I had the opportunity to ride two: Loon and Cannon. Read more
A few years ago, my wife, Marissa, surprised me with tickets to Puerto Rico for Valentine’s Day and dubbed it a “romantic weekend getaway.” As a surfer, I was conflicted: I questioned if I should bring my board. I had surfed Puerto Rico before. Did I really need to bring my board down on our “romantic weekend getaway”? Would it be the equivalent of a cad making February 14th dinner reservations for himself, his wife, and his mistress?
My favorite thing about travel is experiencing the unexpected. Snowboarding Dubai on two different terrains–sand and snow (remember this is a desert)–was one of the great ironies of this fast-growing city. Read more