Christian Surfers are a unique brand of personage. Combining a love for Jesus and a passion for the ocean seems to mesh them into some kind of crazy, over-exciteable perpetual grommets. They roam in packs worldwide and back up the (sometimes derogatory) conception that Christians are always happy - by genuinely always being stoked.
I've grown up with this lot from as young as I can remember and can't imagine life without them. They're like one big multi-boardcraft, multi-cultural, multi-gender, multi-lingual, multi-denominational family that somehow always gets along and creates all kinds of sweet camps, contests and adventures along the way.
The end goal of our road trip was the Christian Surfers National Gathering in Victor Harbor and it was awesome to meet together with 150 others like us and spend the Easter weekend hanging out; worshipping, learning, searching for surf and getting our dance on! The weekend contained way too much to cover here, but suffice to say it was an epic time and one that won't be forgotten in a hurry.
These photos are from the afternoon of one of the best days of my life. We spent it driving all around Victor Harbor looking for any kind of waves that wasn't closing out or ridiculously fat. After a couple hours searching we finally found a sweet, pitching right and surfed through the dusk of an amazing sunset with a beautiful view of the famed South Australian plains to boot.