There are few times in the year I look forward to more than the end of daylight saving time.

Every time the first cool fronts start sliding across our coast, I am initially taken back to those early days, and my attempts at staying out of that stiff-as-a-board full-suit for as long as possible.

It occurred to me the other day, while still basking in the glow of the Hurricane Michael big Wednesday swell, that surfing’s importance in a wave rider’s life is constantly in flux, as fluid as the ocean itself.

Galveston surfers, who flocked to the island this week in droves, were greeted with corduroy lines to the horizon on Wednesday morning courtesy of Hurricane Michael.

BSR Surf Resort in Waco ended its season early after reports that a New Jersey surfer died Sept. 21 from a rare, “brain-eating” amoeba—Naegleria fowleri—which has infected just 143 people in the U.S. between 1962 and 2017

There’s truly no place like home, especially if you’re a surfer here in the Lone Star State.

It dawned on me last weekend, between catching what was left of the swell filtering under the Pleasure Pier, that surfers spend most of our existence in waiting.

Like a lot of the surfers I know, I spent a part of the previous weekend online watching the World Surf League’s competition held at Kelly Slater’s Surf Ranch in central California.

One of the great things about surfing is that it tends to be a superb equalizer.

A much-heralded documentary film that shines a spotlight on the triumphant but tumultuous life and tragic death of professional surfing icon Andy Irons is headed for Galveston.

Yet another retailer has responded to public pressure to stop using disposable plastic bags.

The long, seemingly unending flat spell has continued this week, as the Gulf of Mexico continues to do its best impression of an inland lake.

With the World Surf League’s season at the halfway mark, the so-called Brazilian Storm has morphed into a full-on raging hurricane.

Once you’re surrounded by it and play in it, the water’s allure is addictive.

James Fulbright has tanker surfing down to an art and a science. He’s been exploring these waters for years, mapping the shallows where the wakes from passing tankers morph into beautiful, peeling waves that surfers can ride.

At least one surfboard shaper in Southern California has asked the Trump administration to consider levying tariffs on imported surfboards.

What’s changed over the past decade or so is where newly acquired surfboards originate. Based on the photos I’m seeing online, it seems that most surfers in the Lone Star State don’t ride boards shaped in Texas.

The state’s two artificial wave parks — NLand Surf Park in Austin and BSR Surf Resort in Waco — have reopened following brief closures for maintenance.

Stephen Hadley is a longtime surfer who lives and works in Galveston. If you have an idea for this column, email him at stephendhadley@gmail.com.