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"This wave is up in the desert where I'm from," said photographer Scott Bauer of his session shooting Margaret River's Dino Adrian. "We call it Monuments. It's got a heavy stigma about it and has broken a few bodies and boards." Photo: Scott Bauer

Mid-morning at eBay: a sought after collector's item on the auction block for all 10-day, $5k Mentawai surf tourists—fine as any sculpture crafted by human hands, with only a few paddle-shy bidders to contest. Photo: Jeff Divine

John Florence lives right between Pupukea and Pipeline—both spots are about a football field's length from his backyard to the take-off zone. On this day he took a left out the door, where Zak Noyle, using a 16mm wide-angle lens, caught him on the descent. Photo: Noyle/A-Frame

Like the Caddyshack gopher, Dylan Graves dodges a beating, finds a tunnel, and stays waist below ground at a Caribbean sandbar. Photo: Chris Burkard

In early July the governor of Hawaii appropriated $20 million for the purchase and acquisition of Lipoa Point from the Maui Land and Pineapple Company, effectively preserving the environs of the greater Honolua Bay area for generations to come. Lahaina resident Dusty Payne celebrated by blowing the foam off of a tall frosty one. Photo: Dooma

Jason Kenworthy catches an unknown at one sand-covered reef of winter fame on a lesser-documented condition set: off-season Off the Wall, beachbreaking with a touch of windswell, a steady flow of against-the-grain lefts for the choosing.

Aggrandizing fist-pumps fall limp and the low drone of jet-skis passing in the channel turn muted for Joel Parkinson, gliding on to the cadence of a rainbow-brushed lip at Cloudbreak. Photo: Brian Bielmann

Unabashed by a little high-tide wonk and windswell, Nate Tyler sets—and un-sets—his fins near home in Central California. Photo: Chris Burkard.

With Cardiff's kelp beds reducing the afternoon seabreeze to a dull boil, Cyrus Sutton frames the inherent appeal in washing off the day's grime at the north end of a 9'6". Photo: Chris Straley/A-Frame

Just after dawn, Mickey Brennan makes first tracks through a New South Wales tube, where a gang of jet-skis and bodyboarders usually swarm by late morning. Photo: Hilton Dawe

It's 2013 and still no one's getting around in flying cars or surfing wave-pools over belly high. For a solid five decades and counting surfers have been fascinated by the possibility of channeling the naturally occurring resource into an on-demand duplicate of the real thing, yet wave pools hold their place as mostly a flavor-of-the-year novelty. In 1969, Fred Hemmings applied James Bond-ish style and the the right tool for the job to "Big Surf" in Tempe, Arizona, perhaps thinking, as many surfers still are, "Maybe next year." Photo: Dick Graham

A product of his environment, Russ Bierke takes to the rock slabs of South Australia with deftness that most surfers could only hope to cultivate in twice as many years as the sixteen-year-old. Photo: Russell Ord

With three-thousand-plus miles of coast and a bounty of shapely coves to choose from, the sheer number of options in Chile can make it difficult to stay put. After a few weeks of sturdy south swell overloading this particular point, conditions shifted into place for the handful of surfers who waited it out. "It was every bit as good as it looks," photographer Ryan Craig recalled of the morning conditions. Photo: Ryan Craig

Photographer Lucano Hinkle commits to precarious waters in Puerto Escondido while Mainland Mex resident Diego Cadena demonstrates the more commonly preferred high-line route through the wave field. Photo: Lucano Hinkle

"Yes, culture perpetually comes to forks in the road," Charlie Smith wrote of surfing's evolutionary cul-de-sacs in TSJ, issue 22.3 "There are groupings that choose the Right Historical Side and groupings that choose the Wrong Historical Side." Here, kneeboarder Chayne Simpson assumes the position and makes a case for his near-standing brethren in Wollongong, Australia. Photo: Steen Barnes