I heard about a place called Puerto Escondido from some surfers from Texas.They talked about perfect tubes breaking up and down the beach.
In 1977 a couple of good friends and I drove down there in a Ford Maverick, it took us five days to get there.
Those Texans where right,perfect waves up and down the beach.
That first trip started a love affair with Puerto and I returned every summer for over 30 years.
That was a blast surfing the incredible waves and hanging out in the sleepy fishing village with my friends.
Through time, the town grew but the waves kept coming.
When the waves got big,it was very exciting and scary.
We got the waves of our life!