The Kevin and Craig Show

Surf magazine travel articles were a mixed bag. The photos were usually great. The writing was usually awful. Curious about what it might be like to hang out in Santosha—wherever the hell it was? According to the Surfer's cover story: “Santosha is a state of mind, a state of being, a forgotten state of happiness and peace . . . [where] the land belonged to all of us [and] there seems to be no measure for time.” Few surfers were high enough in the '70s for that to sound either truthful or poet...

Naughton and Peterson became the patron saints of American surf-adventurers by recognizing there really isn’t much to say about great waves. The stuff worth writing about took place in cantinas, around the campfire, in a hammock, and under the hood of yet another broken-down car.