Santa Cruz

One of the LHC (our costa rica crew) that I lived with in Tamarindo was in Cayucos. Located half way between Santa Cruz and LA, this small town was a godsend. Todays ride through Big Sur was so epic that I had kept stopping to take it all in. I lost track of time and before I knew it the sun was setting just as i rolled into town. I was greeted by that familiar smile and laugh I had heard a thousand times in the surf in Central America, the big gentle giant named Kody welcomed me into his place.

Me and Kody.

Me and Kody.

We hung out on his beachfront roof watching the sunset over the pier that was in repair and caught up on the last few years since the Costa days. As with any travel buddies, when you’re reunited it feels like no time has passed since you last spoke, even if it has been years.

The road of wonderment.

The road of wonderment.