
Sometimes Surfing Leads to Love
by: Nayereh Pater-Rov People often ask us how we met, and when we say, “At surf camp in Costa Rica,” they want to know more.

by: Nayereh Pater-Rov People often ask us how we met, and when we say, “At surf camp in Costa Rica,” they want to know more.

by Ivano Stellato Ever since I can remember, I wanted to learn to surf. Growing up in Toronto that dream seemed more like a fantasy

By Terri Roberts I’d always wanted to learn how to surf. I just didn’t get there until phrases like maturing skin and middle-age spread became

by Natasha Feduik I have been to Witch’s Rock Surf Camp six times now, but my first time was different from all the others. I

The wheels made contact with the tarmac and the entire aircraft shook. I looked over at my dad in the seat next to me as

by Amy Waeschle I stood in the idling boat with the others, our breaths collectively held. Fat ridges of swell were stacked to the sapphire-blue horizon,

Contributor: Chris Wirth My kids, Adrian and Avery, and I sit on our boards farther out from the beach than in our three previous days
