Asher shares a story about his favorite surf shack and one of life’s biggest lessons:
This place, which became our surf shack, was passed on to my brother and me by our family friend who built it for meditation originally. From there we built on and added the creature comforts to our liking. The vibes were always at an all-time high.
This old pic is from way back in 1996 when my mother and her friend dropped by to say hi. In the picture (which was the only one ever taken of the place), I am still in my wetsuit fresh out of the water from a morning surf. This place meant the world to me at that time. Every visit I would try to find something that would enhance the livability of the place.
It had carpet floors, two made beds with clean sheets and blankets, a matching cane lounge, board games, an epic single fin, every utensil needed, a constant supply of non-perishable food items so there was always something to eat, kerosene lamps for light, a hammock, etc. A concerted effort was made to keep its whereabouts a secret and only a handful of my closest friends knew about it.
It was an incredibly peaceful place, a dream come true for a young teenager. Every moment was cherished until a huge life lesson in impermanence was learned when someone set fire to it, destroying everything. It absolutely shattered me, but the time spent there was spent well. I still feel very grateful to have this photo to reminisce about those days and nights.