Location: Agadir, Morocco

The crew woke up early to hit the beach. Our morning started with a lesson from Carolyn–the science behind catching the perfect wave. We learned about the potential energy stored in a wave’s period, the difference between a point break and a shore break, and how to decode the weather forecast to determine surfing conditions for the day. We headed outside of the gates of Agadir Marina and drove a half-hour north up the coast to a town called Taghazout. Beginners and master surfers got out of the vans and split up into groups. For those of us that didn’t have a clue, we started out with lessons and a circle stretch like a team before a game. A competitive game of sharks and minnows followed where many poor minnows succumbed to the mighty jaws of the shark. Instructors brought us through the proper form and motions as we lay on the ground, simulating a surfboard. “Just go, and you will learn,” they told us. We stood up, looked around at one another, and at that point, someone exclaimed, ‘let’s do this.’ We pushed ourselves through the whitewash and paddled our way to the primetime zone of catching a free ride. After a few mishaps, the beginners started to get the hang of it. The already experienced surfers challenged the largest waves near devil’s rock. A few dozen rookies sat like ducks out on the water; this obstacle course shook things up a bit. By noon, we were cruising 6-foot waves into knee-deep water. A well-deserved lunch followed, and we soaked up a few rays to dry off. After this pit stop, hungry for more, we sprinted back out to the surf and repeated the process we’d come to love. The waves doubled in size in the next few hours, and all it did was make us twice as excited to catch a nice line. The sunset while we floated in sitting positions on our boards and looked out over a landscape composed of jagged rocks, brightly colored houses, and rolling mountains. Everyone was feeling the stoke today.