Last winter, the southern half of Vancouver Island experienced its biggest snowfall in 22 years. With the temperatures hovering around -2 Celsius, Brenton and I knew the water would be frigid—nothing like the Great Lakes surfers or the Canadian Maritimes, but cold enough to sting our cheeks and numb our fingers.
Snow days aren't the norm on the west coast and so it remains novel to capture an icy dawn patrol. It also gave us the opportunity to keep up appearances with Canadian stereotypes. Blurry eyed, sleep deprived, but stoked on what might be, this is what a 5:00am wake-up call looks like.