Chasing Waves: A Sufer's Tale of Obsessive Wandering
* Sales benefit the Surfrider Foundation
* First surfing adventure narrative by a woman
With a fresh voice and surf-saturated daydreams, this author celebrates the joys of traveling to feed an addiction
Amy Waeschle became a surf addict shortly after catching her first wave more than seven years ago. To her, surfing is more of a feeling than a sport, combining the mental quest for exploration with the physicality of riding a wave.
Hunting down waves in remote corners of the world, from Morocco to Fiji to Canada, Waeschle has found unique and fascinating cultures that have changed her views and fostered her surfing mission. Chasing Waves is her collection of interrelated stories based on these adventures and a chronicle of her evolution from nervous newbie to self-confident and skillful surfer. Anyone who has ever longed for a daring diversion from day job and doldrums will connect with these tales of wanderlust, vagabonding, and riding the surf.
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