It all started in the mid 80's, I had just graduated from high school and I was working a summer job and my Dad calls me and says, "What ya doing for the summer?"
I told him I'd be working all summer to save for a surf trip and he said why wait, let's go now. I replied, "what about my job?" and he said, " just quit!"
I quit that day; we packed the boards on the car and my first proper surf trip was born, a three month journey to the tip of Baja surfing uncrowded epic southern swell along the way. I never thought that the best advise I'd ever get from my Dad was to quit a job