Out of the black and into the blue

Things I love: women with raspy accents talking about the meaning of life over sweet surf footage. 

If you love women with raspy accents talking about the meaning of life over sweet surf footage too, then hold on to your socks friend. Because holy christ! Take a look at this:

Surfing In Montana

The surf is up in Missoula, Montana. All it took was someone to notice. 

There are equivalents everywhere; rideable waves, catchable winds, climbable trees.

All it takes is for us to notice.

The Endless Summer

Sometimes I find myself missing places I've never been during eras I've never lived. Such as? Key West in the 30s. NYC in the 70s (alright I was alive but not of the recommended age for doing 70s NYC things). And California in the mid 60s. 

That last one is where The Endless Summer comes in. If you're not familiar (and you should be, friend-o), the film follows several surfers to Australia, New Zealand, Africa, Tahiti and Hawaii. Because "On any given day of the year, it's summer somewhere in the world." (Some decades later, the philosopher Jimmy Buffett would further parse this seminal theory to conclude: "It's 5 o'clock somewhere.") 

Despite the worldwide locations, though, The Endless Summer couldn't be more 60s Californian if it tried. It's the perfect tale of care-free wanderlust and adventure: beautifully shot, wonderfully narrated, and set to a killer soundtrack. In my mind, when I think about escape plans, they look exactly like this.

You can watch the whole thing right here: