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. So, here’s our story. It…
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. So, here’s our story. It…
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 than a reality but that…
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 part of my regular vernacular.…
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 had joined a friend’s surf…
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 he jolted awake. We just…
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, and one was steaming toward…
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 of surf lessons. As we…