Sunday at 2 PM – 5 PM

Join Surfrider LA for their last cleanup of the year! This will mark cleanup number 34 for 2018 and they're going to go out in style by aiming to cover the entire stretch of Sunset Point - from the parking lot at Gladstone's in the north to the Bel Air Bay Club in the south.

Surfrider LA plans to have two tents stationed at either end with volunteers working in toward the center of the beach. They have done an outstanding job at Sunset this year but there's still so much work to be done. Come help pull a record haul!

A short video montage of the surf therapy evnet in Malibu from from The Dark Side Riders and The Mighty Under Dogs of Malibu.

The month of December is off to a quick start with yet another purple blob trotting through the North Pacific. That long period energy eventually makes its way towards the West Coast too, where good winds await to meet, greet, and groom the large surf. There's also weather coming along as a storm drops down the coast, bringing rain to Southern California this week.

@zflexskateboards is giving the new "Manic Pintail" longboard skateboard. Follow the steps below to enter.
1. Follow @zflexskateboards on Instagram
2. Like the post with the photo above. 3. Tag a friend in that post and let them know which board you like the best
They will randomly pick the winners from the comments section next week. Good Luck!

Malibu's Jamie Brisick:

The text message came just before 7 a.m.: “Mandatory evacuation for the entire city of Malibu.” I grabbed my car keys, wallet, phone, laptop, writing stuff, and a change of clothes. It was Friday, November 9th. I was not worried. Malibu gets a fire nearly every year. Never do they creep down the Santa Monica Mountains, leap the Pacific Coast Highway, and take out homes where I live, in Point Dume.

But this one did. And it took out my home with an almost personal vengeance. Watching KTLA news with a friend in his Venice Beach studio the following evening, he pointed at the screen. “That looks like your house.” The camera zoomed in. “That’s definitely your house.” The shot—a firefighter blasting water at my inflamed bedroom—would play on repeat throughout the weekend. I became a kind of poster child for the Woolsey Fire.

The next few days threw into sharp relief my conflicted relationship with Malibu life. Many of my fellow-evacuees landed comfortably in Venice and Santa Monica. I received invitations to festive dinners and brunches at upscale eateries. Designer fashion labels offered free clothes to folks who’d lost their homes. A two-hundred-and-fifty-dollar gift certificate for luxury bedding showed up in my in-box. Compared to the extreme loss of life in the Camp Fire, it felt way too easy. Even in evacuation mode, we kept up our tenor of self-congratulation.

Meanwhile, I could not get back into Malibu. Roads were closed on the north, south, and valley sides. The “stayers,” several of them surfer friends of mine, posted on social media about “never feeling a stronger sense of purpose” and “being honored to serve their community.” The Point Dume Bomberos, a vigilante group that formed in the fire, were saving houses. Supplies were coming in by boat; surfers were paddling them to shore on longboards. Malibu moms were cooking up hot meals in jury-rigged kitchens. I was hit with a sense of fomo/shame. I’d got out of the fire, and now all I wanted was to get back into the fire.

I got in the following day with a makeshift press pass. Driving west past Surfrider Beach, the Pacific Coast Highway eerily quiet, I watched a set of waves peel across First Point, no riders. Malibu is one of the most crowded breaks on earth. The road closure would create empty lineups akin to the pre-“Gidget” days. I reached back and pawed the nose of my five-ten twin fin.

I passed places of great personal significance: the surf spot where I got my first tube, in 1978; the former home of the Malibu Inn, where in my tormented teens I consumed a half decade’s worth of soggy oatmeal and burnt coffee hoping to get closer to a particular waitress; the rocky outcropping where my late wife and I shared one of our last meals together, a picnic of cheese and avocado sandwiches, the shore break slapping and hissing below our feet. I started surfing in the late seventies. Malibu was my playground; it’s as close to my heart as any geographical place I can think of. But to be a surfer is to be a traveller. In my early twenties, I started travelling, and pretty much kept travelling.

The first sightings of the fire were just north of Pepperdine University. The charred hills took on a certain vulnerability, vegetation gone, trees skeletal, bald black curves in the midday sun. Born and raised in L.A., now fifty-two, I have come to understand that it’s essentially a race between the Santa Ana winds and the rain. If the rain comes first, the fire hazard is mitigated. But, if the fires come first, as they had now (and as they did last year, with the Thomas Fire and the ensuing mudslides in Montecito), we’re in big trouble.

Read the entire story on THE NEW YORKER

Segments of a 20-mile stretch of Pacific Coast Highway in the Malibu area will have to close down starting on Monday to repair damage caused by the Woolsey Fire, Caltrans announced Friday.

The work will be done to stabilize hillsides and repair roadway infrastructure weakened in the fire. The closures will take place from 8:30 a.m. to 3:30 p.m. starting Monday on the right lane and shoulder of northbound PCH from Topanga Canyon Road to Decker Canyon Road. Caltrans expects the work to take place every day but Sunday, weather permitting.

Drivers should expect delays, Caltrans warned. Officials advised planning for extra commute time.

The repairs will include guardrail replacement, clearing of drainage lines, removal of burned debris, restoration of damaged signs, placing of netting along affected slopes and the installation of silt fences on the lower ends of burned hillsides.

The Holidays are upon us!

Give the perfect gift for your favorite surfer. A private surfing photo shoot from RJP Surfing Photography

At just 17 years of age, Malibu's Soleil Errico has become a World Champion of surfing.

At the 2018 WSL Women's World Longboard Championship, which took place in Taiwan, Errico eclipsed an international field of loggers in Jinzun Harbor's playful blue walls. She defeated fellow-Californian and 2015 World Champion, Rachel Tilly, in the final.

"I want to thank all of my friends and family, especially my mum and dad who have supported me so much to get here and done so much for my surfing career. There is no way I'd be the surfer I am today without my coach Taylor Jensen (Reigning Men's Longboard Champion), he is incredible. All of the women's competitors at this event are my idols and it's been an honour to surf with them all. My hometown of Malibu has had a tough time recently with the Fires and everything and I want to dedicate this to Malibu and I can't wait to bring it home."

Venice Surf-A-Thon

The trophies are being made, the t-shirts are being printed, the heats are being bracketed, wax 'em up surfers! It's Venice Surf-A-Thon time!