Staring down 13,456 miles of relentless travel ahead… with a grin on his chin! Albee, pregame face.

When there’s swells to chase and decisions to face, toss your data plan to the wind and dive in. Albee and Torrey, in the thick of it.

Portugal’s a perfect place to chillax… until you get the call you weren’t hoping for…

Is there a more majestic creature than Torrey Meister deep in adventure?

Ugh. The feeling you get when the Euro swell your chasing hasn’t shown up yet, but the purple blob back home’s about to get interesting AF…

There are good reasons to miss flights. Here’s one of ’em. Albee, mouth as agape as this filthy Iberian drainer.

Sea Level: -10. Froth Level: +100. Torrey, scoring.

Now boarding: Kahului, Maui. Last call! Clocking serious travel means having companions you can trust. It’s Chiba Quest or bust…

Meanwhile on Maui… Matt Meola waits patiently for his pals to return to Paia town.

Just off the jet, and Jaws beckons. The crew beelines for Albee’s Haiku homestead. Family and friends have assembled his big-wave gear for him ahead of time. Mothers worry. Hugs matter.

There’s no rest for the wicked. Torrey Meister dusts off the cobwebs in a quiet moment before battle.

Bees buzzing in his head. Jetlagged as all get-out. Running on no sleep. But you think that could stop Albee from missing the Jaws comp? Pfft.

…Still gonna send it, silly! Albee Layer in his happy place.

“Hey, Albee, I hear South Africa’s going off!” Lol.