Well, we've posted about surfing in Alaska, Cleveland, and Nova Scotia, so now it's time to talk about surfing in yet another unlikely location: Iceland.

Surfing, it seems, is no longer relegated to the warmer environs and this is nowhere more obvious than the frigid waters of Iceland. A recent article in Iceland Review spotlights the few hearty souls who brave these temperatures and who also keep a bond of silence about their activities for fear of word getting out and waves becoming crowded.

It's a fascinating story of resiliency and drive to keep the hang ten passion alive in a place where it should never exist. And if you don't believe me, click here to check out the rather impressive gallery of Icelandic surfing photos taken by Georg Hilmarsson--the same fellow who snapped the shot above.

Besides the fact that this shot is gorgeous, it caught my attention because it reminded me of Surf's Up, the movie I saw this past Monday with a slew of kids and parents. (50 cents per ticket on Mondays at the cheap theater if you have at least three people. There were 14 of us in a mix of Japanese, Bolivian and American.)

This surf photo by localsurfer looks a lot more relaxing than our movie experience. (All kids were five and under. Four of us were adults.) There's a certain stillness in this shot, as if the surfers are as content to take in their surroundings (Tanzania) as they are to hang ten. The way the guy on the right's hands are folded, the surfboards' stillness and the beams of light through the clouds capture something about the divine. Kind of like when I heard the kids' laughter at our own surfing experience.

To share your own shots, add them to the Gadling Flickr Pool and one might be picked for Photo of the Day.

My five days (four nights) in Maui went by too quickly. I filled them up with as much as I could, and even then the time seemed to slip between my fingers like sand.

On Thursday evening after the last family event that followed the wedding from the previous day, my roommate Elaine and I decided to skip out early and head to Kihei, a surfing town farther south by about an hour where she had spent a few days on her own before joining the wedding party earlier in the week.

My motivation for leaving (besides seeing another place other than "resort row") was to connect with an old friend and fellow musician: Erin Smith. She and her husband moved out to these parts about three years ago and she is now making her living as a musician in Maui, playing almost every night and "touring without touring." Basically, that means that she plays to new faces and new nationalities every night because Hawaii is such a tourist center, but she never needs to leave her home and pile into a van or a plane to do it.

Now there's some foresight.

An ongoing cat and mouse game on the beaches of Malibu regularly pits wealthy beachfront homeowners against the general public seeking access to their sand and surf.

Malibu has 27 miles of coastline. Technically, it is all open to the public. The problem, however, is that many homeowners have illegally asserted their claim to much of this public property by blocking access to the beach itself as well as posting signs stating that the beach in front of their homes is private property.

There is only half truth to this. California State Law recognizes only part of the beach in front of these homes as private. According to the California Coastal Commission, "the state of California owns... the land seaward... of what is called the mean high tide line."

In short, this means that the public has access to the wet sand, not the dry sand above the tide line. So one can walk along the beach, as long as the sand is wet beneath your toes.

Sneaky home owners, however, have built houses and property lines so close to each other that it is nearly impossible to reach that wet sand. And if you manage to do so, local security guards have been known to falsely tell beach goers that they are not allowed anywhere on the sand.

I've lived in Los Angeles most of my life and have never swam at a Malibu Beach because of these challenging logistics and bothersome locals. But now, a private group of Urban Rangers, as they call themselves, have taken it upon themselves to educate the public about the beach laws as well as ways to access the beach itself. You can visit their website and learn all about it, as well as download a map detailing all the public access routes.

Surf's up, Malibu!

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Neil wrote a series of posts on traveling in Alaska without a cruise ship. Here's another item to add to the things to do in Alaska list--if you are TOTALLY NUTS!! Head to a glacier, wait for the edge to fall off, and, when it does, ride the tidal wave on a surfboard as the ice chases you down. That's what world championship surfers Garrett McNamara and Kealii Mamala did earlier this year at Child's Glacier. This clip from Deep Water Films captures the essence in less than two minutes. I saw a version of this on CNN which prompted my You Tube quest.

A friend of mine once said, "death before cruise ships."

It was in response to the prospect of a group vacation in which someone suggested a cruise ship as one of our options.

Like my friend, I also have a negative impression of cruise ships. Since I have never been on one, this negative impression is based on unfounded stereotypes that have nonetheless been strong enough to keep me from stepping on board. I know, this is wrong, but I can't quite seem to shake it.

So, what are my beliefs regarding cruises? They are full of old, lazy people who eat all day and, if they are feeling particularly frisky, might play a round of shuffleboard between meals.

This is of course, not entirely true--at least according to Richard D. Fain, chief executive of Royal Caribbean Cruises.

In a recent New York Times interview, the CEO expressed dismay over the narrow minded view that people like myself have regarding cruises. He admits that cruises do skew towards the older demographic but that the industry is eagerly trying to change by incorporating more active activities on board, like surfing, rock climbing, and ice skating.

The result has been a decrease in the average age to just 42 years old.

Well, I suppose this is all great for the industry, but personally it's still not enough to sell me; until things drastically change, I'll remain part of the 85 percent of the American population that has never cruised.

Best Nude Beaches -- Gadling blogger Willy visited a nude beach. Once. "After spending a few days at the gorgeous, trendy, topless-friendly (but ridiculously overcrowded) Clifton Beach, we decided to mix things up and head farther afield. Sandy Bay was, as promised, remote, quiet, and pristine. It was also filled with creepily bronzed, withered middle-aged men who were so evidently trying to ogle my junk that I couldn't relax. In short, it was fun, it was different -- but it was time to go."

Keep Your Gadgets Charged on the Beach -- The Juice Bag is the "world's first heavy-duty solar beach tote." It has an ultra-thin solar panel built into the side which harnesses the power of the sun and converts it into juice for your cellphone, digital camera, sombrero, or other gadgets you may bring to the beach to ruin with sand.

Tiny Island Nation Seeks Tourists -- "Love beachside bungalows? Does the thought of few (or no) other travelers excite you? Lemme guess: you like friendly locals? If this combination sounds too good to be true, it's not. I've got one word for you: Principe."

Protect Your Electronics at the Beach -- "How do you keep those electric doodads safe from sun, sand, and surf?"

5 Hidden, Affordable Beach Destinations -- "The piece details five North American spots that are jam-packed with activities, food, fresh air -- and beaches. Just to clarify up front: "affordable" means meals run $8-$20 and accommodation runs roughly $100 a night. Still interested?"

13 Budget Beaches -- "Beaches are my favorite holiday getaways. Unfortunately, many people prize beaches, and as such, they can be expensive to get away to. Enter Concierge, which has compiled a baker's dozen of the world's best affordable beaches. Of course, depending on where you live, some of the destinations may cost a few pennies to reach, but with accommodation prices this low, you can afford it."

World's Best Active Beaches -- "I love relaxing on the sand, in the sun, with a beer on one side, a dog on the other, and a magazine with lots of pictures in front of me. Occasionally, I gaze out at the paragliders and envy them their active lifestyles. Then, I take a long, slow sip of my cold drink and remember why I came to the beach. Yes... relaxing on the sand is wonderful."

Here it is the heat of summer in Beijing and I found myself on ice skates last night. I looked down at the ice rolling under my skate blades in the "You Yi Shopping City" mall ice rink last night and I laughed out loud. I was wearing a light shirt and jeans and the sweat was dripping down my back. Ice skating in the summertime? I don't think this Canadian has ever been skating without mittens on her hands! China, I keep forgetting how inventive you are!

Last night, a group of us went to a local mall to strap on skates and make some circles around the rink. It was a standard ice rink just like the ones back home, but this one was in the middle of a huge shopping mall – one of the largest in Beijing – and it's not the only ice rink found in a mall in this city. In fact, naïve me thought that only our famous "West Edmonton Mall" in Canada had ever thought of such a crazy idea. Turns out, thanks to a quick chat with my Quebecois friends who came along, that there's one in a mall in Montreal too. So, I guess it's not so rare after all . . .

There is something so very peaceful and relaxing about this photograph taken off the coast of San Diego by Bernard-SD. I love the way the floating surfers in the foreground seem to be just larger versions of the floating birds in the background. And the shades of blue! Oh my! This, my friends, is why everyone wants an ocean view.

Cleveland often can't catch a break, but at least its water is good. While drinking Fiji bottled water last night, I remembered a story that's worth retelling about an ad campaign they ran last year. The ad, I'm told, talked about how pure the water was, and it ended with the tag line: "The label says Fiji because it's not bottled in Cleveland." Another slam.

But Cleveland, where drinking water is drawn from Lake Erie, had the last laugh. Officials there ran Fiji water through chemical analysis and found that it contained more arsenic that was allowable under the laws governing tap water purity in Cleveland (but still within federal health guidelines).

Fiji apologized (but refuted the analysis).

Now that story (and more) is retold in a new book: "Thirst: Fighting the Corporate Theft of Our Water," by Alan Snitow and Deborah Kaufman.

[Full photo: Sharkattack Nokia 6630 on flickr.com]

By the looks of this You Tube video, "Rip Curl My Search," Pohnpei, Micronesia is one wow of a place to surf. Besides the totally awesome surfing moves by Pancho Sullivan, Raoni Monteiro, Darren O'Rafferty and Kieren Perrow that make you feel like you're there, the video includes some island and fish images. If you're interested in heading to Pohnpei, here is a link to the Pohnpei Surf Club. Make sure you look at the gallery page. The photos are gorgeous.

It seems everyone is getting into video these days. And if there is one magazine and online site that I've been waiting with bated breath to see enter the online video fray, it's Outside Magazine. I went over to Outside online to check out what they are doing and while I was not blown away, I did spend some quality time consuming some top-notch vids. Take, for example, a an excerpt they've posted from the upcoming film The Ghost Mountain Boys, based on the article "Chasing Ghosts," by writer James Campbell. I haven't read the piece yet (still getting through my April issue, alas), but it's in the May issue of Outside. Then, dear to my Chile-loving heart, there is the five-minute piece called Eco-Trekker on Torres del Paine (one of my favorite spots on earth) with Ian Wrights. Keep scrolling down and you'll find vids on snowboarding, surfing, climbing and more. Most of them are re-purposed pieces from shows like the above Eco-Trekker, but definitely a good way to while away a few minutes. As I say, it's a good start for the much-loved outdoor magazine. Not quite where I'd like to see them ultimately, but worthy of a perusal.

Piers, it seems, have lost their purpose in California.

Well, to be more specific, they no longer provide a dock for steamers to unload goods. This has been the case for a long time. Today, the piers do little else but provide an opportunity for tourists to stretch their legs and wander just a bit further west than where the land itself ends.

So why am I writing about piers? Well, the New York Times has decided to dedicate a whole article to the Piers of California: At Sea Without a Sail.

The article provides some interesting history about the storied piers of the Golden State and why they still exist today. As a resident of Los Angeles, and one who lives just a mile from the Venice Pier and less than ten miles from the Santa Monica Pier, I wanted to add in my two cents.

First of all, the Venice Pier is hardly mentioned. Perhaps, it is because the pier, rebuilt after a winter storm a few years ago, is nothing more than a byway of concrete stretching out to the ocean. No shops, restaurants, or rides. I used to rollerblade to the end of it, but since the city began prohibiting any type of wheels on the pier, I haven't bothered to step foot (or wheel) on it for a number of years. Pity.

The Santa Monica Pier, on the other hand, is a great big monster of a wooden pier--just the way they should be built. Unfortunately, the food is average, the rides are average, the parking is horrible, and the people are a bit scary at night. In the last five years, I've actually been to the Santa Monica Pier fewer times than the Venice Pier. There is one exception, however. The Thursday Twilight Dance Concerts in the summertime are always a great gig. Last year saw the likes of Poncho Sanchez and Dick Dale performed live under the stars. And, it's free.

So, that's my two cents on two local piers. The New York Times article covers a handful of others throughout the state, some good, some bad. But don't get me wrong. No matter what west-facing pier you happen to find yourself, there is really nothing better than sitting right above the break as the sun is going down. That, my friends, is what California is all about.

Here's a site that will make you cry.

MyBeachCams.com

It's pretty self-explanatory. So I dare you, sitting in your cubicle at work, to click over to the site, select either California or Hawaii, and then pick your own instrument of torture. Hmmm... perhaps the frolicking surf at Kanaha Beach, Kahului, or maybe the golden sands of Newport Beach.

MyBeachCams contains links to dozens of live web cams throughout California and Hawaii that are focused solely on the crashing waves and sandy beaches of these two paradisiacal states. I can't imagine how much torture this must be for those of you living in the Midwest. Or Germany, for that matter.

Me? Well, if the waves look nice in Santa Monica, I might just ride my bike over and jump in. I'll be sure to let you know, however, so that you can watch me catching waves on one of the web cams.

If you think engineers are funny, then you're going to love the trip report posted by Dartmouth's Thayer School of Engineering. While testing their scalable, solar-powered autonomous science platforms for the Antarctic (hereforthwith referred to as SSPASPFTA), the team inadvertently invented a new sport -- solar-powered, robotic snow-surfing:

One morning, while taking walking behind the robot and dragging a sled of equipment for quantitatively measuring the strength and cohesion of the snow underfoot, we realized what fools we were to man-haul the equipment ourselves. And, for that matter, how silly even to walk. So, we hooked the sled to the robot and went for a ride. The robot, it turns out, can haul its own weight (nearly 200 lbs.) on a sled and hardly notice it.

What fools, indeed. Though no one will be calling this sport extreme -- the SSPASPFTA only travels at the pace of a walking person -- it is somewhat novel. Plus, it gives engineers the chance to be outside, read, AND engage in some "man-hauling" all at once. Next stop: Vail.