A good story unfolds as one friend embarks on a journey to track down another. What makes this story truly engaging is its lack of predictability. It doesn't follow the usual, expected path, which is always a great advantage. As the friend searches high and low, facing various challenges and unexpected twists along the way, the reader is kept on the edge of their seat. Will they finally find their friend? What will happen when they do? These questions linger in the mind, making the story all the more captivating. It's a tale that showcases the power of friendship and the lengths one will go to for a dear friend.
I didn't want this to end...
I found myself, as I was two-thirds through the book, really slowing down. Because I could sense the end drawing near and I just didn't have the courage to face it. I didn't want to come to the conclusion of this remarkable journey.
Weisbecker has done an outstanding job of seamlessly melding his lyrical and languid account of a road-trip-slash-surf-quest that takes him down through Baja and Central America in search of his surf-brother, former partner, and friend, Christopher. Alongside this, he intersperses his hysterical and wry recollections of the antics they got up to decades ago as some of the coolest, most laid-back, and luckiest drug runners of the 70s.
The quest for the ultimate wave, and for the errant Christopher, instilled in me a profound love for a sport and a way of life that I had never before experienced. I completely fell in with Weisbecker's nostalgia, regret, and heartbreak.
This is a top-notch road novel and memoir that leaves you adrift on that vast Big Blue, lost in memories of what was and what could have been...