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editorial Editor-in-Chief
Taylor Paul
managing editor
Beau Flemister
Assistant Editor
Nate Zoller
photo editor
Peter Taras
Associate photo editor
Jimmy Wilson
Art director
Chato Aganza
Associate art director Online editor
Noa Emberson Jason Miller
photography & Captions by Tom Carey
Cover: Andrew Doheny, infrared blow tail.
We came. We thrashed. We destroyed.
...And later we apologized.
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Droid, free from restraints, authorities and leeches.
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Burn everything.
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Conner, Jack, Perry
Parker gets cheered up after a serious
and Parker.
bout with stroke.
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Our Electric Blue Metal Heaven.
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Conner
Coffin,
raw power.
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We found that the formula for an epic surf trip was ice-cold 014
beer, loud-ass speakers and no regrets. And also surfing. Dillon Perillo, surfing.
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Can you guess who’s who?
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There was no “Free Bird�on this metal journey.
There were sprinkles of rap, though.
Clay Marzo made sure of it.
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This is Gabriel, the resident handyman. MacGyver calls 020
him for advice.
Droid and Jack Morrissey. 021
Conner Coffin.
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Jack Freestone,
using the perfect coping to his advantage.
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Jack Freestone.
The Coffin brothers.
Andrew Doheny.
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A blue lightning strike almost barbequed the lineup this afternoon. Parker got a little jumpy.
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Marzo, painting on a blood-stained canvas.
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Lord of the Flies.
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Dillon Perillo.
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Flame broiled haircuts courtesy of our host. Jack Morrisey says, “A little off the top, sir.”
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Conner.
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Jack Freestone is one of the best young aerialists these days. Here he proves the point with yet a lofty slob. 039
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Parker
Coffin,
showing off his front side during a backside air reverse.
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Creature comforts.
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Andrew Doheny in surfing’s glass house.
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Thought he was just a power guy?
Conner Coffin, killing assumptions.
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Clay Marzo is constantly pushing boundaries with his surfing. Here, an inverted backside method.
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Dillon Perillo.
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Jack Freestone.
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Droid
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was here.
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Andrew Doheny,
punk as hell.
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Jack Freestone, launching over my head.
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Parker Coffin.
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Big bugs.
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Big smiles.
Big jams.
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You aren’t here.
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Parker performing what the crew called the move of the trip.
A clean backside three, no grab.
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Dillon Perillo,
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hand plant.
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Dillon tastes like shitty music.
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The Coffins are blowing up.
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Jack Freestone,
stalefish reverse.
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A quest for fire.
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Clay Marzo.
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Jack.
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Dillon, Pawn to C-4.
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This was Marzo’s first trip back from a knee injury.
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Already going for broke on another section.
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Parker.
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A young man
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and his throne.
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Clay Marzo.
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Dillon Perillo.
Solid loft, gripping slob.
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Conner, loving what speed can do for your surfing.
A young man’s fascination with rockets...
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....led the villagers to believe someone had a distress call.
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