A few months back Taylor Steele and a bunch of friends hit the road in Mexico’s south, following a trail of good times. Endless sandy point breaks, tacos, fresh juices and ice-cold Corona’s replayed in our dreams on the flight over – the journey didn’t disappoint.
Arriving late at night, we could vaguely make out the setup. Waking up to this blew everyone away. A reeling right point break, with not a soul out there.
Jakey out there early. Tearing things apart.
The smaller ones from each set would drain along the inside section, so fast and not a drop of water out of place.
Eden came well prepared. Everyone got to try different shapes in different conditions.
In between surf checks, we spent the time burning around dirt trails, filling the back of the car with wild mangos.
It felt like we were spending more time checking the surf, then actually getting out there. We were sweating it up in the car, morale was low, then around the next bend, we found this sandy point. It made it all worth it.
Well earned Corona’s at days end. From Where You’d Rather Be.