~Birthday Run To Todos

Posted by on Jan 31, 2014 in Uncategorized | No Comments

I always love going to Todos Santos.  Maybe it’s the added excitement that comes with crossing into the “dangerous” territory of Mexico, or maybe it’s the adventure of just getting to this remote sanctuary.

3:15am:  The alarm buzzes and with hazy eyes, nervous excitement, and a strong cup of coffee in hand, our journey begins.  As we cross over the border and into foreign land, we feel a loss of safety and comfort that comes with being on home soil.  Down Baja’s Highway 1 our hearts stop as our lone vehicle strapped with surfboards passes a parked Policia.  We watch anxiously for any sign of disturbance, but are relieved as he allows us to continue on our way.

5:45am:  Upon arrival at the harbor, out of the darkness comes Jorge, our captain for the day.  He presents us with a choice of boats; we opt for the larger as we know this will be an all-day affair.  With the help of our guide, we eagerly load the gear with hopes of being the first boat out of the harbor and better yet the first guys in the water.

6:30am:  As our vessel trudges across the 10 mile channel to Todos Santos Island, we wonder how big will it be?  10 feet?  20 feet?  Dare I say bigger?  The sun is now beginning to peek over the mountains to our backs as the Todos Santos lighthouse comes into view.  Almost there. The boys start restlessly turning wetsuits inside out, with the knowledge that every second will be valuable when we arrive.  Our boat lurches over the open ocean mountains as we come around the southwest corner of the island.  The swell is big.

7:30am:  We reach the beloved Todos Santos, aka “Killer’s”, drop anchor and within moments dive off the bow and into perfection.  10-15 feet turquoise bombs, blue skies, and oil glass.  As we stroke to get to the lineup, a set stacks to the horizon.  Adrenaline pulsing, one of the boys whips at the last second and disappears down the vertical wall.  Spray from the wave blinds the rest of us as we look back to see if he’s made it.  Into the channel he emerges, successful.

2:00pm:  The day is filled with hoots, hollers, air drops, broken boards, and a shared camaraderie.  With tired arms, sunburns, and smiles on our faces, we head to the boat and start the trek home.  The boat ride back consists of a beer or two, 80’s jams (courtesy of Jorge), and reminiscences of the day’s session.  “Bro, you were so late on that one!”  “No way, I couldn’t believe you packed that tube!”

4:00pm:  The car is loaded and we head north, back up Highway 1 to the safety of the United States.  With little hesitation, we decide to enjoy one last piece of Mexico, a couple pastor tacos.  The boys wolf down half a dozen each, stoked from the day’s execution of another big wave mission.  We are content… until Poseidon awakes again.

Todos Bottom Turn

Surfer Mag Todos Drop 2014



Posted by on Jan 28, 2014 in Uncategorized | No Comments

Wow. Jaws is heavy.  Below is a clip of a wave I got out there on Sunday January 19th… working on getting a better angle to see the whole wave.

That day was unreal.  18-20ft, glassy, light offshores, bluebird skies, a manageable crowd… “pleasant” by Jaws’ standards.   I would not describe Thursday, January 23rd’s session, which was apparently much more normal, in the same way.  Gloomy, rainy skies, rogue 25ft bombs coming through, about a two foot wind swell in the face from the heavy side onshore winds… scary.  I’m thinking wow the consequences are serious out here, you had better be on your game, and as I’m paddling up this mountain I look over to see Dorian whip it at the last second and stroke his 10’6 down the face of what looked like some double black diamond run peppered with moguls, which he makes of course.  This is all once you’ve made it out to the lineup.  Getting in is just as scary if not more so than actually surfing the wave.  The jump in at Jaws is comparable to Waimea shorebreak, only it detonates onto car sized algae-covered boulders.  And don’t forget there’s about a thousand people with cameras watching to see how gracefully you can pull this one off.. no pressure.  I saw guys who timed it wrong get picked up, slammed and pin-balled through the rocks, ruining their boards, and needing to be rescued by onlookers before they had even gotten out there.

As stressful as each and every session was, I will have to say it was all worth it for that one wave though.  When I found myself alone out the back and saw that one stack on the horizon, I knew it was my time.  I glided right in on the 10’6 Rusty, made my way down what seemed like a forever face, was able to put all that board on rail and drive up the face of this bowling wall.  Before I knew it, the lip starts feathering and within an instant goes horizontal over me and I’m inside this school bus barrel.  At this point I’m thinking alright, be ready for it to clamp and take the beating of your life, but that beauty stayed wide open and let me out safely into the channel.  I’m still in shock and get chills every time I rethink that view.  Wave of my life, hands down.

Nic Vaughan – Jaws 1-19-2014 Video: Brad Scott from Nic Vaughan on Vimeo.



Surfing Mag Jaws Tube 2014


~Pipe Beach Angle

Posted by on Jan 28, 2014 in Uncategorized | No Comments

Here is the beach angle from that same Pipe wave below that I was able to snag in December.

PV Boyz Pipeline 12-21-2013 from Tim Vaughan on Vimeo.

~Ze Banzai Pipeline

Posted by on Jan 8, 2014 in Uncategorized | No Comments

This was an amazing moment for me.  I had never surfed Pipe before and getting this wave on my first day out there was a dream come true.  Here is a little story about the lead up to this wave:

My good friend Danny Ecker, who works for Billabong and coordinates their North Shore operations, invited me to come stay at the Billabong house at Backdoor for this most recent swell.  We got in Thursday night, and woke up to bombing surf.  We first looked at Phantoms, one of the outer reefs, but conditions weren’t right so decided to paddle out at empty Sunset on my new 9’4″ Rusty(board rides amazing!) to what guys were calling 12-15ft.  Got some good ones, got really cleaned up by some shifty west bowls, but all in all, had an awesome, adrenaline-packed session.

The next morning pipe was perfect size, but overwhelmingly crowded, as always..  I paddled out for a morning session and fought for scraps and closeouts with fifty of my closest professional surfer friends (not fun)…  After two hours of good beatings, a couple closeouts and a handful of kisses from the reef, I went in humbled and with my tail between my legs… welcome to Pipeline, haole.  I sat on the deck all day and watched as a handful of the greats cycled through the pack, getting spit out of the most ridiculous barrels I had ever seen.  Everyone who was anyone was out, Jon Jon, Jamie O, Slater, Bruce Irons, Mark Healey, as everyone was claiming it was the best pipe they had seen in 10 years.  I decided I had to paddle back out at least to be amongst it.  Due to the direction of the swell being so west, the magic was happening on the left and thus that’s where the crowd was focused.  There were very few makeable ones at backdoor, but I decided I would dodge the crowd, sit there, and hope one came to me.

I made my way out on the left (where you have to in order to make it out without getting completely drilled), paddled wide around the pack, and prayed that no one would yell out and roust me…  I slipped past and over towards backdoor/off-the-wall undetected and sat out the back by myself hoping a stray one might come before sunset.

Within 10 minutes, I see this deep deep west one stack out on the horizon where one hadn’t come all day, headed right at me…  Sure enough, it stood up right in front of me and let me in perfectly.  I popped up and as I was making the drop, I saw this thing standing up beautifully and bending down the reef, looking so surreal.  I bottom turned, grabbed my rail, and let the wave slot me and grind down the reef right past the entire pack.  I came out into the channel with chills and couldn’t believe what had just happened.  I had actually gotten a wave out at Pipe, a set wave, and to myself, on my first ever day out there…

I went in immediately, had a beer and didn’t surf the rest of the trip.  People were saying that when it comes to surfing Pipe, it’s a total love/hate relationship.  I definitely saw both sides of that, extremely frustrated after the first session, but completely mesmerized after the second.  That place is amazing.  I now see why guys devote their entire lives to surfing it.

Nic Vaughan – Pipeline 12-21-2013 Video: Larry Haynes from Nic Vaughan on Vimeo.

See it here as well on Rusty Surfboards.


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