Whippin Work: Parker Coffin, Surfing

It was nerveracking. After a day of difficult waves (see: no clips), we woke up the next morning and drove straight to a fun little left at the end of an easytomiss dirt road. There were ramps. On every. Single. Wave. It almost felt fake, like it was too good to be true. Like each ramp was too precious an opportunity especially after the deprivation of the day before. Youd take off and think dont blow it, dont blow it, dont blow itand then, obviously, blow it. Suffice to say, the boys started slow