Quinn Wilson and I flew to Hawaii in February to commune with the pioneers of downwinding. With a truck full of foils and cameras we followed the voyagers for a week around the Hawaiian archipelago. Downwinding has so profoundly changed my life that I wanted to capture it in 4k, craft it, and shout it from the internet’s rooftop.
You’ll never see the magic that bloomed before us; our week of shaka throwing, couch crashing, boat borrowing, poke slamming, pickup truck shuttling, downwinder addict adolescence that swirls through my psyche like a haze of shimmering Polynesian sunlight – because I lost it. All of it. My toddler was helping me clear our dinner table and her tiny hand grabbed my hard drive. I fumbled the plastic brick and it fell
