SAIL     By: Siren Williams    I'd spent a lot of time at sea in the past. I'd take any position on a boat if it meant being in the ocean. But when I was summoned to this one, my heart sank in disbelief. Sure, life had given me lemons in the past and I'd turned it into the sweetest lemonade you'd ever taste, but it rarely handed me a whole lemon pie. It wasn't real. I couldn't be true. It was something that in my heart, I felt destined to do, with every ounce of my being...

SAIL

By: Siren Williams

I'd spent a lot of time at sea in the past. I'd take any position on a boat if it meant being in the ocean. But when I was summoned to this one, my heart sank in disbelief. Sure, life had given me lemons in the past and I'd turned it into the sweetest lemonade you'd ever taste, but it rarely handed me a whole lemon pie. It wasn't real. I couldn't be true. It was something that in my heart, I felt destined to do, with every ounce of my being...

  ICHETUCKNEE SPRINGS, FL  (video)   By: Siren Williams   Put on your bikini, grab your inner tube, and lets go floating.

ICHETUCKNEE SPRINGS, FL (video)

By: Siren Williams

Put on your bikini, grab your inner tube, and lets go floating.

  THE ROAD TO CALIFORNIA (Part 1)    By: Siren Williams   We got word from WSL just less than a month before the set date that there would be a QS event at Malibu for both men and women, and at the worst timing possible, we decided that no matter what, we were...

THE ROAD TO CALIFORNIA (Part 1)

By: Siren Williams

We got word from WSL just less than a month before the set date that there would be a QS event at Malibu for both men and women, and at the worst timing possible, we decided that no matter what, we were...

  CALIFORNIA (Part 2)    By: Brandon Russell   As soon as we came down the mountain, the familiarity of the whizzing traffic and fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants lane changes brought back a feeling of 'home away from home', for me. I love driving the freeways here. Get on and go, or get the hell out of the way.

CALIFORNIA (Part 2)

By: Brandon Russell

As soon as we came down the mountain, the familiarity of the whizzing traffic and fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants lane changes brought back a feeling of 'home away from home', for me. I love driving the freeways here. Get on and go, or get the hell out of the way.

  HOLLYWOOD, CA  (Part 3)    By: Siren Williams   ...We got in the car and I decided to set the GPS on my phone. "A-M-O-E-B....." "Let's just drive straight to this place and then park near there and walk around".  As soon as you pull off the highway into downtown Hollywood, you immediately see the Capitol Records building. We drove through and parked a half-block from Amoeba Music...   

HOLLYWOOD, CA  (Part 3)

By: Siren Williams

...We got in the car and I decided to set the GPS on my phone. "A-M-O-E-B....." "Let's just drive straight to this place and then park near there and walk around".

As soon as you pull off the highway into downtown Hollywood, you immediately see the Capitol Records building. We drove through and parked a half-block from Amoeba Music...

 

  PREPARED TO TRAVEL     By: Siren Williams   September 3, 2013  As most of you know, I’ve done my share of spontaneous traveling, backpacking from country to country, usually getting stranded with no money...

PREPARED TO TRAVEL

By: Siren Williams

September 3, 2013

As most of you know, I’ve done my share of spontaneous traveling, backpacking from country to country, usually getting stranded with no money...

  GOING TO NICARAGUA     By: Siren Williams   September 9, 2013  The last few days have been such a blur between surfing, doing ding repair, shaping Brandon’s new board, and judging surf contests. I’ve hardly had a moment to...   

GOING TO NICARAGUA

By: Siren Williams

September 9, 2013

The last few days have been such a blur between surfing, doing ding repair, shaping Brandon’s new board, and judging surf contests. I’ve hardly had a moment to...

 

  LEAVING AMERICA     By: Siren Williams   November 1, 2013  We’d been packing for two weeks, shoving everything we owned into an 8x10’ storage unit in Cocoa Beach. The last few days were hectic, playing gigs, judging surf contests, setting up at the local downtown Cocoa Beach Friday Fest to sell jewelry, and doing the last minute packing of many, many random misplaced items. On the last evening of packing, after a hard day in the sun, out of town, judging a surf contest, here we were, scrambling...

LEAVING AMERICA

By: Siren Williams

November 1, 2013

We’d been packing for two weeks, shoving everything we owned into an 8x10’ storage unit in Cocoa Beach. The last few days were hectic, playing gigs, judging surf contests, setting up at the local downtown Cocoa Beach Friday Fest to sell jewelry, and doing the last minute packing of many, many random misplaced items. On the last evening of packing, after a hard day in the sun, out of town, judging a surf contest, here we were, scrambling...

  ARRIVAL IN NICARAGUA     By: Siren Williams   November 3, 2013  I awoke as my ears began to pop. Brandon was staring out the window. “Look… volcanos.” I peeked out and could see Lake Managua and a beautiful setting of lush green hills and volcanos. It made me think of the way Hawaii must look when you land there by plane. As we got closer to the ground I could see coconut palms and what was clearly a ‘suburb’ of Managua, with homes made from...

ARRIVAL IN NICARAGUA

By: Siren Williams

November 3, 2013

I awoke as my ears began to pop. Brandon was staring out the window. “Look… volcanos.” I peeked out and could see Lake Managua and a beautiful setting of lush green hills and volcanos. It made me think of the way Hawaii must look when you land there by plane. As we got closer to the ground I could see coconut palms and what was clearly a ‘suburb’ of Managua, with homes made from...

  LEON, NICARAGUA     By: Siren Williams   November 5, 2013  When we arrived at a small motel, a man in a nice white collared shirt came out to help us with our bags. The only money that I had to tip the driver was a $10 bill. I was sure he’d be excited about that, although that was nearly the last of our cash. The motel attendant took us to a beautiful room with a big, open window which led out into a tropical foyer. There were paintings on the walls of the volcanos and the national bird. We had a big bathroom and a shower with warm water. We’d just arrived in paradise. Of course, we had no idea why. We were supposed to be going to the surf camp...

LEON, NICARAGUA

By: Siren Williams

November 5, 2013

When we arrived at a small motel, a man in a nice white collared shirt came out to help us with our bags. The only money that I had to tip the driver was a $10 bill. I was sure he’d be excited about that, although that was nearly the last of our cash. The motel attendant took us to a beautiful room with a big, open window which led out into a tropical foyer. There were paintings on the walls of the volcanos and the national bird. We had a big bathroom and a shower with warm water. We’d just arrived in paradise. Of course, we had no idea why. We were supposed to be going to the surf camp...