That is photographer Ted Grambeau explaining how, just a few weeks ago, he found himself standing on a remote African coastline, shivering as the sun rose and the fog lingered, camera in hand.
Unexpected. Distant. Isolated. Unknown. There are a million different ways to describe this trip, but perhaps the most fitting is to say that it was unlike anything else.
With each era our passion has known, people have pushed the limits of exploration and innovation to new boundaries. Like a snowball thrown over the ledge before a cliff drop, they laid the paths to our Search and sent us in new directions.
Undulating plains of dust, plateaus dominated by single agave species, and mountainous slopes punctuated with the bizarre, Dr Suess type cirio trees, creating a truly alien impression.
We’re talking unfathomable quantities and layers, going deeper and deeper, constantly growing, covering bits and pieces of the country. We’re talking about snow – or as the Japanese call it, “Yuki”.
It’s moments like that… those random experiences, those unique memories, that made this trip – and frankly, that are missing from a lot of surf trips these days.
