Surf trips to Baja were a rite of passage for many a surfer growing up in Southern California.
The promise of clean, uncrowded waves being all the incentive any young surfer needed to make the trip south of the border — a brief, yet glorious respite from the crowded line-ups of our local breaks.
With Spanish being spoken and roads signs being few, the three-hour trip to San Miguel (from inside Mexico) was one always filled with plenty of excitement along with a measure of anxiety for the typical gringo.
Successfully navigating the Tijuana area without incident was always the first order of business. A wrong turn or fender bender were pitfalls that required all the focus a pack of 16-year-olds could muster.
Once through the downtown area, the road south quickly offered the first heavenly glimpses of surf from high above.
This week, Soul photographer Nate Harrington returned to Laguna after 10 days and 1,000 miles in old Mexico.