There’s something truly unique about Texas.

You’ve surfed all over, but catching waves along this stretch of coastline feels magical—right in our own backyard from Louisiana to Mexico. With just a couple of boards, a fishing pole, and an old, trusty truck, you’re out there no matter the conditions—whether it’s a hurricane swell, a “Norther” blowing in, offshore perfection, or choppy onshore winds.

Crowded or completely empty, there’s a special connection among Texas surfers that outsiders just wouldn’t understand. It’s a sacred camaraderie that binds us.

Bobby Morrow, Galveston. Photo: Metyko