• Blake Raney. Thank you Captain.

    Blake Raney. Thank you Captain.

    Where do I start with my brother Blake. Our lives are so different these days, and Blake is super busy with three kids and the family job. I was surprised and super stoked when Blake committed to the last leg of the trip. Ventura, CA to Mexico.

    There were a couple reasons I thought it would be good for Blake to do this section. Our Grandparents and family live in Ventura, Blake knows the roads and its super flat.


    We met up in Ventura, and stayed a couple days before setting off again. It was obvious Blake was meant to do this leg, as our Grandfather who was 98 passed away the day before I cycled into town. It was heartbreaking to have missed him by a day. Still, I was glad to look back on 98 years of a great life and to be there with my Grandmother the following few days. They all arranged for the funeral to be after the completion of the bike trip and with that in the back of our minds Blake, Jeff and I set off to finish the Journey with 300 miles of the West Cost ahead of us before we reached Tijuana Mexico.

    I enjoyed cycling with Blake almost more than any other trip we have taken together, and we have gone on some cool trips. He was super patient with my big brother back seat instructions. Soon, I realized I didn’t need to give him so much bossing, he was super competent on the bike and good with his phone map he used for reading directions. iPhone maps worked well down in Southern California because there are no areas without service. I guess they have that going for them, cell service and lots of people.

    Blake was a good sport when it came to all the surf checks. The Ventura waves are some of my favorite and there are a couple of them that I have very fond memories of as a kid. November can be really good with Northwest swells coming down and lighting it all up. However it was horrible for us and so we had to check every spot I knew, in case it magically was four feet bigger a mile down the road….ha, ha.

    A friend in Laguna set us up with a condo overlooking Salt Creek. We surfed Huntington the day before and it was good, little did we know they would be the last waves of the trip. We would get in the water every day, but no more real waves. Blake enjoyed the condo on the cliff, as did we, I was stoked to see him relax.


    The cycling was generally pretty easy from Laguna to the border, with only one real hill out of San Diego.

    We spent our last night camping in Cardiff, on the beach sites next to train tracks. It felt hectic and crowded and the furthest thing from nature.

    The next day had a looming weight to it, and we were all aware that real life was going to show up quick. I was excited to see Madrona and Becca, they were flying into San Diego that night. I was sick to my stomach, for some reason, thinking about the trip ending. I tried all day to just think of Becca and Madronas faces.

    We made sure to eat lots of street tacos on our last day. As we approached the boarder it became obvious that some crossings were made on a daily basis through the water drainage aquifers. Those washes had all sorts of goat trails; make shift houses and weird trash piles. It gave it a definite feeling of environment change and I was beginning to feel done with it all.


    We hit the border crossing to Tijuana and got off our bikes. No one said much, and it was so hectic with poverty and random street people that we didn’t get noticed as strange bikers with surfboards. A Hispanic gentleman tried to sell me a watch, and I think that it might have been code for Human Kidney…but I sill don’t know. I was ready to see my family, to ride in a car, and sit in a comfortable chair.

    My friend from high school, Vanessa Spencer and her husband Mike drove down from San Diego with two big SUV looking cars, and we loaded them up with bikes and boards. It was a surreal feeling. To work so hard, and be done, I was tripping out in my own head the whole drive back to San Diego. Just sitting in a car, watching the freeway fly by at 70 mph, with AC pumping, we covered the 40 miles back to Diego in less than an hour, which took us all day to pedal. I think someone even suggested Starbucks…but I wasn’t quite ready for that yet…better ease back into this life we all live.

    Thanks for everything Blake. I look forward to the next one.

  • Ron Hendrickson. Thank you Captain.

    Ron Hendrickson. Thank you Captain.

    Ron Hedrickson was the Captain from San Luis Obispo to Carpinteria, CA. He flew into San Luis the night before with his son David, some bags, and a single bike for David to ride.

    Ron, like all the other captains, is a good guy with lots of energy. He has the type of confidence and adventure spirit it takes to show up in the middle of a huge bike trip, 1500 miles from home and just start pedaling…I’ve know Ron a long time now, and our friendship began when I started working for him back when I was just 24 years old. He taught me everything I know about building houses and sprinkled water on a rapidly growing passion for construction. I will forever be grateful for his leadership and follow through.

    Our first day we had 75 miles to travel, our destination was Lompac. We made a group decision to get off the 101 and cycle over an obscure desert mountain pass. It wasn’t steep, but it was hot and much longer of a route. Still, it got us off the freeway and made for a better adventure.

    Ron is an intense guy and during our pedal up the hill a car brushed us close and honked at us. Ron made sure to flip the bird and shout loud. I remember thinking…”wow we haven’t yelled at anyone all trip.” --- It’s good to have Ron on board.

    That night we slept in a campground in Lompoc. I’m pretty sure it was just subsidized housing for meth addicts and I was not going to walk anywhere barefoot. Becca and Madrona showed up that night, which was three days earlier than planned. Our time apart had been over a month and enough was enough, they were showing up. I was so stoked to see them but must apologize to Ron and David because the camping dynamic changed now that the ladies were there. No more good ‘ol boys around the fire, I was hanging with my wife and kid.


    The next day we had 27 miles to go and we’d be at Jalama Beach near Pt. Conception. This is one of my favorite places and I knew there would be some surf to ride. We were all in for a treat as the surf was cracking and some of the best waves we got all trip. The swell held for 3 full days, clean, long period, and big. Ron was a great sport, and didn’t complain because we were staying longer than planned and he doesn’t surf. However he was stoked for his son David to paddle out and give it a go on the big Jalama rights. Ron is a cyclist, and an athlete and I know he went stir crazy on the beach for three days with nothing to do but watch…thanks again Ron.


    The next day we cycled to Refugio State Beach. It was a mellow pedal and a great campfire that night. The following day we rode through Santa Barbara, enjoyed my favorite taco stand, fresh strawberries from a local farm stand, and ended our ride together in Carpinteria.

  • Tom Burt. Thank you Captain.

    Tom Burt. Thank you Captain.

    Tom Burt was the Captain from Santa Cruz, CA to San Luis Obispo, CA.

    What can I say about Tom Burt that probably hasn't already been said. He's a legend through and through. A snowboarder, mountain man, father of two, surfer, adventurer, climber and full on enthusiast for "doing shit!"

    That last part is the most special influence Tom has had on my life. Besides Tom's effort in helping me find a different way to snowboard when my eyes went, he has really been a good example of someone who uses their time well and gets after it.

    Jeff and I were staying at Tom's friends house, Gus & Cheryl, in Capitola when he drove down from Kings Beach to start pedaling. Right from the get go it was on. We went surfing at Pleasure Point as soon as he arrived and then caught better waves the next day at Wadell Creek up the road. 

    It really seemed like Tom brought the good weather and the good surf with him. It was literally 85 everyday and head high waves until the day he left. We stayed in Carmel with Tom's friends Chris & Bev Sanders. (Damien Sanders older brother.) Chris started Avalanche Snowboards back when snowboards were really becoming boards. This was back in the beginning with Gnu up here in Washington and Avalanche down in Tahoe. I was in heaven listening to Chris's stories! There is so much history in Chris Sanders head. He did a lot of great things for the bike trip as well. Like making us B3 stickers, t-shirts, and giving us a plastic skull to mount on the front of the bike. Oh yeah...and the waves were super good at the Carmel Beach break and we walked there from Chris and Bev's condo.

    Everyday from then on out was awesome. I don't say that lightly....really, everyday was great. We would cycle these gnarly hills through Big Sur country, look out over the bluff, see head high glassy waves and say.."Should we stop and surf?"...of course we stopped. The weather was almost too good. Those of you who know me understand that I like sunshine, we were getting hammered everyday with rays of vitamin D. I almost went from brown to burnt. Almost. We surfed Fullers and I will forever be grateful to tom for his efforts in guiding me down the trail. 

    It's a skinny goat trail about 700 vertical feet down to the beach. My eyes have a much harder time seeing on the down slope than the up. To me it always feels like nothing is below me on steep slopes down. Tom was super articulate the whole way and we made it no problem. However, I was feeling really light headed because I was so tense and sweating. I lost most of my days calories and had to eat my snacks that I was saving for the rest of the days pedaling. It all worked out, we caught fun waves at Fullers. I was stoked that the only local guy surfing called me into my first wave. Tom had paddled over to him and told him about my vision. He was stoked, and gave me the next good set wave. I tried my best and gave it a good back whack to make my crew proud...I was stoked to make a few good turns after stumbling and fumbling down a stressful trail.

    Tom caught great waves everywhere we went. The most striking place we stayed was in the southern section of Big Sur, under a giant Oak tree on a beach called Carpo Flora. We had three great surf sessions there and Tom caught some of the best. It was amazing, just the three of us. I will never forget sleeping under that tree, eating ramen after a sunset surf where we stayed out in the water past dark and all the crazy laughing we did. It must have been the energy, or just how stoked on the private beach and surf....for some reason we told the lamest, dirtiest jokes those two days. Details not worth mentioning but we laughed and laughed and laughed. I had so much fun, we were like three little kids, surfing, telling dirty jokes, eating candy, surfing some more, laughing and laughing.

    The waves died when Tom was about to leave, but we surfed anyway. Then we took the fins off a board and rode down this giant sand dune hill. It was sad to see him go but I look forward to the next adventure! Yeah Tom Burt!

  • Mike Cummins. Thank you Captain.

    Mike Cummins. Thank you Captain.

    Mike Cummins is one of the good guys for sure. He's a great athlete and also someone who can hold a conversation with just about anyone.

    Mike flew into Santa Rosa on a Saturday and we started our leg off with a super fun dinner at a fancy italian restaurant with Becca, my sister Laura, and my aunt and uncle who live in Sonoma, CA. I hadn't seen Becca for a few weeks so I was super stoked to see her and have a relaxing night. After dinner, which my aunt Cynthy and uncle Norm treated us to we went back to our rental house out on the coast, Bodega Bay to be exact. It was and amazing place sitting right on the bay with water coming up under the deck during high tide. I had a super fun night just relaxing.

    Mike, Jeff and I got back on the bikes the next day. We pedaled from Bodega Bay to Inverness and it was Mikes first full day on the tandem. We were super wobbly and spent lots of time riding off the road into the culvert that first day. Mike is not a cyclist, and this was a concern of his when I first asked him to go on the trip. However, Mike's always down for adventure, and I was very stoked he took the time to practice on his bike at home. Mike's a rad surfer and the moments we had in the water together more than made up for the awkward movements we made cycling on the tandem. 

    When I think back on Mikes leg of the journey, I remember fondly a remote back road we took from Pescadaro, CA to Waddell Creek. It's a 20 mile or so section that runs parallel with the CA-1 but it is inland a little. It was a super pleasurable ride where we didn't see a single car, and it smelled like sage while winding through Oak, Walnut and Eucalyptus trees. It reminded me of my childhood and the road finally let out through this winding creek bed that spit us back onto the CA-1 near a surf spot called Waddell Creek. It was awesome and that night we camped for free under the best stars of the trip. We shared a tent, Mike listening to Japanese Lessons on his iPhone and me listening to my book Boys in the Boat on my iPod. No cell reception, no power, no lights and no worries.

    Everyday was fun with Mike around. Together we enjoyed some of the more iconic sights of the trip, like cycling over the Golden Gate Bridge. Also, both Jeff and Mike really enjoyed meeting the famous bicyle engineer and frame builder Steve Potts. I really enjoyed the bike path from Inverness to San Ramon, cycling over the hills. 

    Much thanks to Mike for his commitment to the journey, for his fun energy in the face of some long hot days cycling, and for his willingness to always share in the cost of travel. I had a great time!

  • Tom Herron. Thank you Captain.

    Tom Herron. Thank you Captain.

    Tom Herron had the longest leg of the Bikes, Boards, Blind adventure, and I was sure glad he did. Tom was the hardcore cyclist of the group and the only one to wear a bike jersey. Although you wouldn't know it by the pictures because most of the time we were wearing our rain gear during Tom's leg! Tom loves to ride bicycles as much as I love to surf, so I knew he would be up for the 600 miles I slotted him for. The only real challenge was going to be the time apart from his awesome wife Verna. They are a great team , and sure enough, Verna found a way to meet up with us in Crescent City, CA, after six days away from Tom. She is also a great athlete and super bicyclist.

    When I think back on Tom Herron's leg of the trip, I think of horrible weather at the start, and perfect weather and waves at the conclusion. We rode together for 12 days, 600 miles, 6 inches of rain (the equivalent to 6 ft of snow), 30 plus lattes, 30 plus greasy spoon meals, 3 flat tires and countless snide remarks about Democrats and Republicans. Who can forget the rain though! I lured Tom into the trip with promises of sunshine and 80 degree weather. The average rainfall for the month of Sept. in Southern OR is 0.3 inches, we got almost 10 times that while cycling through an eight day 100 year storm. Tom never lost his cool, kept his spirits up and always had room for a laugh!

    I met the Herron's back in 2008 and I got to know Verna first. When I was just losing my vision she acted as running partner/guide for me, and we ran a 1/2 marathon together. She worked me over and made me earn every mile, and then when Tom learned I had a tandem road bike, he did the same. They are both amazing athletes, but more importantly they are super compassionate people. Tom and I have really built a friendship over the last 5 years, and he has become somewhat of an unspoken mentor to me. He is a great example of someone taking a passion like cycling, and using that passion to help another human being. He likes to cycle, I like to cycle…it's a win win for both of us.

    Tom is also passionate about politics! He is a Democrat, and also a somewhat conservative Christian. This makes for interesting conversation. He is a also intelligent and knows a lot about the political system. I don't consider myself either a democrat or republican. However, I naturally tend to lean towards less government in general. I think the government tends to screw everything up. The writing on the wall tells us that much….Republicans in general drive Tom Herron crazy! And this is super good to know. I have learned that if you want Tom to pedal super hard, just praise the Republican effort and all who are a part of it! I'm concerned that Tom thinks I'm really into the political debate, really I just talked about Republicans all the time to make him go up hills faster.

    Much thanks to Tom Herron for everything, and also to his wonderful wife Verna. There is no way to explain how much we needed the both of them on the trip. I could not have gotten the journey done without them. Tom's upbeat spirits really helped carry us through the 600 miles from Pacific City, OR to Bodega Bay, CA. We did finally get perfect 85 degree weather when we hit the Redwoods, and it felt like we earned it. I will never forget my ears filling up with water in Coos Bay, OR….so, so wet! 

    Thanks for everything Tom!

  • Scott Gravatt. Thank you Captain.

    Scott Gravatt. Thank you Captain.

    Scott Gravatt and I were roomates our first year in college. (Yes I went to college.) We both wrote 'skateboarding' as a hobby in the special interest box, and shared a super small dorm room together. Scott never got up for class on time, stayed up really late, and dyed his hair yellow. (Or maybe that was me.) Scott can ollie four feet in the air from a stand still and still do a tail grab. We have had tons of fun over the years, and I now enjoy telling his tow high school kids all about our college antics.

    Scott works at Nike Corporate in Beaverton, Oregon. He was instrumental in the conception and early stages of this adventure as well as hooking up the expedition with Nike gear.

    When I think back to our time on the bicyle, I think about rain. It rained from the moment Scott showed up in Westport. Scott showed up in Westport, and that's where we began our journey together. That is also where Scott put on bicycle shoes for the first time ever, and I learned he left his two high shoolers home alone for the week in Portland. (We'll get to that later.)

    We rode in some wet weather across the Longview/Astoria Bridge into Oregon, and slept on a concrete pad in some shady park. We surfed some fun waves in Seaside, and Scotts positive and energetic energy made it easy to talk to people when they asked us all sorts of silly questions about our bike/trailer/surfboard set up.

    Unfortunately Scott had to peel off early due to a family emergency, and I was bummed to see him go. So, it made it that much sweeter when he called a month and a half later and tod us he was staying at a fancy suite at the top of the Huntington Beach Hilton. It was almost the end of our trip, and the timing was perfect on many different levels. My brother Blake was the captain of the last leg, and we would be cycling by the Huntington Hilton the last night Scott had the pad. It was great to get him back on the trip especially after the abrupt departure. We stayed the night at the Hilton, had a great dinner at one of Scott's Newport haunts, caught some super fun waves off Lifeguard Tower #9, and rested our muscles in the hot tub. (Paris Hilton you're the best!) Also, Scott topped it all off by loaning me his surfboard to finish our journey with. Since we just ruined mine while cycling through Compton we hit a fire hydrant.

  • Temple Cummins. Thank you Captain.

    Temple Cummins. Thank you Captain.

    Temple and I have taken a lot of trips together and had some real adventures, and I knew by putting him as captain of the first leg would ensure that we would start the Bikes, Boards, Blind adventure off strong. He was ready to panic out of Bainbridge Island a day earlier than planned so that we could get waves the next day. We started the first day off with 79 miles, and it set the tone for the rest of the leg. Of the nine days we spent together we never had any rain. We cycled into camp three times in the dark, and surfed 5 different surf spots. We cycled two days with our kids, ate lunch with them at the farmers market and swam with them in a lake. 

    One thing I really remember about Temple's portion of the trip was just how heavy our trailer was! I'm not sure if it was just the early stage of the adventure and we hadn't trimmed the weight down yet, or if it was that Temple's puffy jacket that went to his knees weighed 15 pounds. Or maybe it was the stainless steel clam shovel we picked up a a garage sale in Ocean Shores, that looked like a tractor muffler, and weighed 15 pounds. Whatever it was, the trailer weighed the most on Temple's leg. 

    Temple's leg was also the only one where we took two dirt roads, pedaled 8 hours and only went 15 miles. Also the only time we lost two wetsuits, valued at $500 each and had them generously returned to us by a logging truck driver. 

    His was also the leg in which we pushed the tandem bike to it's fastest speed. It was the last day of Temple's leg. We had just left Ocean Shores on our way to Westport and reached a long, correctly-cambered downhill (there weren't many more of those). We were pedaling as fast as we could in the hardest gear. No cars could pass us. On Captain Ron Hendrickson's leg (leg 6) his Strava GPS app said we hit 42mph. This felt faster--I knew we were fast when I felt the drool sliding down the side of my cheek and flying off my ear lobe.

    At the end of Temple's leg, we did our first slideshow as well. Westport High was stoked to have us and they were the only school to offer to pay us for our time. They gave us $150 for putting on the slideshow and sharing the bike trip adventure with the students. They made me feel proud to be from Washington. 

    Temple and I traveled 300 miles from Bainbridge Island to Westport and had a fun time doing it. We paid for some campsites, poached some campsites and had perfect weather the whole time. Temp has legs of steel, he never complains, he can sleep anywhere, can poop in the woods, and never messes with his phone. (Never, ever posts anything!…Awesome.)

    Much thanks Temp for starting the trip off strong.
  • Fiesta at Bird's

    Fiesta at Bird's

    Devon's two cents:

    We had our Mexico border fiesta Tuesday night at Bird's Surf Shed in San Diego. We reached the border Monday afternoon at about 4:00 and threw our B3 sticker on the San Ysidro turn-style sign. I haven't even begun to process all my thoughts and I hope to do that over the next week, going through my thank yous and dedicating a blog post to each captain and all the other people that made this trip possible.

    Right now I will just tell you about our awesome party we threw at Bird's Surf Shed to commemorate ourselves....ha ha ha! Really it was a way to complete our slide show, thank a lot of people who took time to either put us up along the way or help us out logistically behind the scenes in one form or another. I was super stoked with the turnout and it was great to see some old friends who live down here and to meet some people who I didn't know at beer always helps. I was particularly stoked that some cyclists showed up whom we had met along the way.

    We served tacos and free beer and Jeff and I put on our slideshow, trading turns talking about photos that matter to us and sharing stories from the road. I think we have a good give and take and balance in personalities and the primary indicator to me that people enjoyed it was that all 20 kids under the age of 10 were glued to the slideshow the entire time and never made a peep. So they had a good time, the adults had free beer so they had a good time, Captain Tom & Verna Herron flew in from Seattle so they had a good time, I enjoyed all 70 days so I had a good time and the taco truck guys got free beer and made $300 bucks so they had a good time. Becca said I could plan another trip so she had a good time. All in all I think everybody had a good time. Jeff hasn't gone home yet so I think he had a good time.

    Jeff's two cents:

    I've had a good time indeed. Like Devon said, the magnitude of this adventure really has not sunk in yet personally. But seeing the reaction to the slide show and how the trip as a whole touched people I'm getting the feeling that we completed something really special. The party was a blast, and sharing photos with an audience and recounting the special moments put things in context. With the cycling now over my body is telling me how exhausted it is after two months on the road pedaling. So the idea of home is starting to sound pretty appealing. The end of the trip was great, finishing the ride at the border with Blake and Devon was the right way to call it. I'm not sad that it's over, as this is now the start of sharing the complete adventure. Endless thanks and gratitude to everyone who helped us along the way. And stay tuned for more content to come from the B3 Washington to Mexico tour!

  • 70 Days Later

    70 Days Later

    Guest Blogger - Becca Raney

    It’s Monday November 11 and Devon, Blake & Jeff are pedaling the last miles of the bike powered surf adventure down the West Coast right now!

    I am writing this from our home on Bainbridge Island just as I am about to leave to get the next boat to Seattle to meet Madrona. Madrona stayed in Ballard last night with Blake’s wife Chanda and her cousins Taylor, Landen & Alder so I could pull off my last marathon day before leaving for San Diego. 

    Devon and Jeff have been keeping some trip stats that I am sure we’ll get to hear about soon but I have a few of my own to share. 

    70 trip days:

    38 nights at home with Madrona

    1 night at home alone (only 1! After the first weekend Madrona declared she would be postponing sleep overs until Dad came home. I was super thankful for this.)

    5000 miles added to the odometer

    95 Instagram Posts

    40 Blog Posts

    5 hamburgers (I’ve only included this to compare notes with the trip tally)

    countless Taylor Swift dance parties (fastest way to fill the room when Devon’s gone)

    Trying to sum up my thoughts about this adventure proves to be no easy task. I have never been too quick with words. I like to take my time, reflect and then in the end say just a little. This trip has been a big deal in my world. It has been time apart from Devon, I could have told you the first week in I’m not a fan of the time apart. It has given me a glimpse at what life is like logistically for a single parent. BUSY! I don’t know how many times I chanted to myself “You got this, you can do it.” It challenged me, Devon talks a lot on the phone and frequently keeps people updated so his absence meant that I had to get on the phone and keep people updated. It worked and I felt super connected. It even connected me in a greater way with our community here on BI. 

    Everyday I was a part of this trip one way or another. The behind the scenes work was rewarding and necessary but being with Devon and crew along the way was really incredible. Everyone was so content. I look at this picture of Madrona, we are at’s a mile & a half walk down to Tarantulas and she may have complained a bit about the trek but here she is, completely content. This was the third surf session of our stay at Jalama and while I was attempting to capture a surf shot of Devon (Jeff entrusted me with his camera for a few surf sessions) I also watched Madrona take it all in. She existed in her own big world, jumping, posing, chasing birds and then just sitting and watching her Dad surf. It was right where she wanted to be. And then there is Devon, surfing, with his ladies watching...truly no place he would rather be. Sometimes I know that he’s blind. I sat there that day and watched him surf. Madrona and I had just driven down from Washington. On Saturday we drove from Corvallis, OR to Santa Cruz, 600 miles, 11 felt like a long day but all I kept thinking was he biked here and he did it because he wanted to. 

    70 days later and it really could not have been a better trip. Scott lost his dog, that part definitely could have been better. But then there was Jeff. Had Jeff not craved an interest to be a part of this adventure that may have posed to be a bigger hurdle but they readjusted, consolidated there stuff and pedaled on. I swooped in behind and picked up Jeff’s bike and some gear that wouldn’t fit and 3 days later we were back on track in Pacific City. They pedaled straight through the heaviest fall storm the Oregon Coast has seen in 100 years. 13 people participated in cycling this journey, 7 Captains, Devon & Jeff, Madrona & Cannon, Verna Herron and Dave Hendrickson. Not one person got sick, injured or defeated. That’s incredible.

    Tomorrow we fly to San Diego to celebrate! Madrona and I are eager again to see Devon and feel super energized knowing we’ll be coming home this time all three of us. So I guess one could say we’ve come to the end because the pedaling is done but I don’t feel that way at all. 

  • 24 hours in Huntington Beach / Newport

    24 hours in Huntington Beach / Newport

    Guest Blogger:  Scott Gravatt (yes the same one as leg 2)

    Scott Gravatt back here.  One dog less, but still having “smooth longboard style, and crackin’ ollies”

    Having left Devon (somewhat high and dry) in Seaside, Oregon to tend to a family emergency I was eager to weasel my way back into the excitement, so it was pretty awesome to be in Southern California for work and find Devon on the PCH in Huntington Beach! 


    I was staying in HB and watching from floor 11 when I saw the bike and trailer about ¾ a mile down the road.  Blake Raney as the captain (complete with the captain’s knife) and Jeff Hawe not far behind.  They pulled up to the valet stand in my fancy-pants Hilton and started screaming “Let’s have Fun” which (in Devon language) directly translates to “Hot Tub”.  Cold drinks in hand we hung out in the hot tub and watched the sunset over Catalina Island in our robes. 


    Unpacking the bikes made it painfully obvious that Devon’s surfboard was ruined.  Somewhere along the way they hit a fire hydrant and the “Wierdo Ripper” took the brunt of the damage.  Not trying to blame anyone [cough cough blake cough] but with waves firing out front for days we were in a bit of a pickle.  We had no time to figure that out – dinner was calling right down the street in Newport Beach.  Have you been to Mama D’s?  If not, you’re blowing it.  One of the last locally owned places in Newport, Mama D’s will make you feel like you are in someone’s home.  An Italian grandmothers home, but home nonetheless.  Jeff Hawe claimed it as the best meal on the trip, and the whole experience and people made the night a memorable one.  Shout out to Spencer and Jade who were fascinated with our trip and brought us some free app’s and a bottle of wine.  Not long after that bottle was drained, Miles McKnought-Smith showed up and saved the day by bringing us surfboards! 


    Myles is rad – not only because he rips and brings us gear in a pinch, but because he get’s it.  He’s been following the blog for weeks and was inspired to embark on his own epic adventure.  Also because he is able us to navigate us through the Newport marina to meet up with Quentin and Macy to see them on the yacht that they are crewing. 

    With an amazing nights sleep behind us we were able to get up at 5:30 and hit the waves.  Devon taught my Channel Islands Motorboat (AKA: The Zombie) some new tricks, and I scored a few waves on Myles Hyden shape.  Standout surfer these sessions was Jeff Hawe.  The dude is 2X the surfer that I met in Oregon, and reminded me that if I want to be a better surfer and catch more waves, all I have to do is surf everyday.  Way to go Jeff!

    After surfing, we all ate twice as much breakfast as necessary at the free continental breakfast and headed back to the room to do what most civilized, average, well-respecting people do:  hardcore indoor parkour in the hotel room!  At this moment I need to issue the “do not try this at home kids” disclaimer, because there may (or may not) have been balcony jumping by visually impaired people involved.  I cannot confirm.  

    Waves were still looking good, but without surfboards we could only mind-surf them.  It was getting late, and Devon and crew had to head on to Dana Point.  A mid-afternoon text from a friend in San Clemente asked if we wanted to surf!  Throwing caution and schedule to the wind, Benji Severson came down to save us and bring us surfboards. 

    Benji spent the next 90 mins throwing serious buckets around HB.  Devon scored several nice left (backside) pig-dog style.  I cruised around on Jeff’s fish, Blake hit the stand-up paddle and Jeff showed that he can ride almost any board.  The second session of the day was super-fun.  Lots of hoots and hollers. 


    At 2:30 I had to say good-bye to the crew.  24 hours of super fun and mayhem made me feel like I was back and part of this adventure.  Much appreciated to Devon, Jeff and Blake for letting me back in on the trip.