Stateside, this Sunday marks the start to daylight savings. And from there, a rapid acceleration toward the warmer waves of summer, south swells, and (hopefully) a nail in the coffin for a particularly uninspiring winter in Southern California.
Summers in the Southland are funny animals, especially at Malibu. When the place is firing on all cylinders, its gravitational pull indiscriminately attracts Hollywood actors, rootsy traditionalists, Wavestorm neophytes, and high-performance jocks. All of which pick off waves in an anarchical undulating menagerie of me-ism. It’s surfing’s version of I-405 with fender benders and sig alerts aplenty.
Last summer Jared Mell meandered up to Malibu for a full rush hour immersion – all documented on 8mm film. It’s a reminder of the joys and heartbreaks of summer depending on your persuasion. Embrace it, or run for the hills!
