In July of 2008, a series of storms begin to track across the roaring forties from southern New Zealand, gathering steam before plowing into southern Chile. I had the opportunity to chase one of these storms with my brother.
The idea was to stay one step ahead of the storm. The weather gods must have liked our idea, as they cooperated fully for once. Our particular storm started way out in the Pacific and sent us two days of beautiful waves on the Chilean coast. On the first sign of its approach we hightailed it into the Andes and awaited her wrath, which came in the form of nearly three feet of snow.
Unwilling to stop there, we hopped a flight out to grab more waves on Rapa Nui, one of the most isolated islands on earth.