Here is an inside look at how the Arctic Surf Blog tracks and targets some the worlds most remote a desolate and naturally hostile surf breaks.

Curl up in a nook with a good book, or swindle a crook to curl up with his Kindle. Be sure to catch a cold curl to pass time, after your e-book batteries dwindle.

I’ve been closed down these last few days with sickness, and the effects have taken a bite, but with time even this cold will be weathered.

Short attention spans and claw-fingers: no, not the description of a surfer in the arctic, but rather the symptoms of the internet-addicted generation of the new millennium. Today’s surfers-of-the-web spend more and more time searching the Google than shredding the gnar. While you think about that, think about this. Right now there is the possibility that a team of Moscovian explorers on the trans-siberian railroad are headed to the russian coastline to document polar russian waves, camera in hand, and guitar tuned to the tune “Something Something Khrushchev”.

Looks like it is a gorgeous day out there, folks. The sun is out, the wind is down, and there are some shoulder high+ waves on the point. A few sets are wrapping around the corner and setting up for some nice 23-31 second rides. Could use some more tide to fill in the rocks.

Have you ever wondered whether waves are related to one another? If there is some sort of family tree of barrels, or an ancestry of A-frames? While it is easy to compare two different surf spots based on similar wave forms, the crucial modifier always has to be included, such as ‘the Pipeline of California’, or ‘the Lower Trestles of Lake Superior’, so that it is clear which family it aaaactually belongs to. The point is, what if all of these super-good waves and world-class waves are actually just imitations of the real one? And what if that real one is in Antarctica?