If you’ve been surfing for any length of time, you know there’s a delicate balance between surfers and others who are also enjoying the ocean’s bounty, notably fishermen.

A new year is upon us and with the flip of the calendar comes the New Year’s resolutions that some of us will likely break before the end of January’s first week.

The World Surf League concluded its competitive season on Oahu’s North Shore this week, capping an entertaining year with a championship showdown at the Pipeline.

Few places embody the surfing spirit more than the local surf shop. Long before Amazon and the advent of online businesses, there was the shop selling everything a surfer needed to stay stoked: surfboards, wetsuits, wax, clothing, videos and travel guides for distant locales.

Last weekend’s cold front brought an exceptionally good run of waves for Texas surfers, as both Saturday and Sunday were marked by decent size and clean conditions. It was about as good as it gets around these parts.

Despite numerous innovations in surfboard manufacturing, materials and design over the past two decades, the humble bar of surf wax has remained relatively unchanged during that time.

This past week, I joined the ranks of those annoying electric skateboard evangelists.

For decades, I’ve waited with almost manic fervor and anticipation for the arrival of the latest issue of a surf magazine in my mailbox each month.

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.