Cities are not my style. They are too loud, too busy, and devoid of nature. To live in a city is to succumb to metal and glass, where to me, life is being in the great outdoors.
I’m extremely curious, and nature holds all of the answers I seek.
My friend Nole is cut from the same cloth, and we’ve bonded over this since the moment we met. When you grew up in Hollister Ranch, a surfer mecca surrounded by thriving soil on the Pacific coast, you become either a cowboy or a surfer, or in Nole’s case, both. Nole’s talents in the water echo back to land, where he can handle his family’s farmland with effortless skill. His style in the water is flawlessly smooth; every movement has got a rhythm. On land, it is that of a delicate confidence and respect.
We drove through California together – from the bottom to the top, along the Pacific Coast Highway. We zig-zagged in and out of the coast frequently. Our route continued to Big Sur, one of the most beautiful coastlines of the world. We were traveling through the middle of a crisp winter week, with the Californian light shining even more golden than it does otherwise. During these days, a long year of traveling to foreign locations was forgotten as I marveled at my state’s dynamic beauty.