Bodsurfer Ryan Masters rides a huge wave at Steamer Lane in Santa Cruz.

Steamer Lane

Bodysurfer Ryan Masters competes in the 2017 Pipeline Bodysurfing Contest.

2017 Pipeline Bodysurfing Contest

Bodysurfer Ryan Masters rides a big wave at Scott Creek in Santa Cruz County.

Scott Creek

Bodysurfer Ryan Masters making a leap of faith at Steamer Lane in Santa Cruz, California.

Steamer Lane

The OB Big Wave Bodysurfing Challenge (Art: Gray Hogue)

The OB Big Wave Bodysurfing Challenge (Art: Gray Hogue)

Tyler Fox drops in on bodysurfer Ryan Masters at Steamer Lane in Santa Cruz.

Steamer Lane

Logo for the Santa Cruz Body Surfing Association

Santa Cruz Body Surfing Association

Bodysurfer Ryan Masters in the impact zone at Mavericks.

Mavericks

Bodysurfer Ryan Masters to the edge of the pack at Mavericks in 2016.

Mavericks

Bodysurfer Ryan Masters on a glorious left at Steamer Lane in Santa Cruz.

Steamer Lane

Bodysurfer Ryan Masters rides a big wave at Steamer Lane in Santa Cruz.

Steamer Lane

Bodysurfer Ryan Masters caught inside at Steamer Lane's Middle Peak.

Caught Inside at Middle Peak

Bodysurfer Ryan Masters on a left at Steamer Lane

Steamer Lane

Bodysurfer Ryan Masters prepares to go out on a big day at Steamer Lane.

Steamer Lane

Bodysurfer Ryan Masters strokes into a wave in Santa Cruz County.
What was the California Bodysurf Freakout?

What was the California Bodysurf Freakout?

New York Times article about big-wave bodysurfing that quotes Ryan Masters.

The sport’s devotees call it one of the purest forms of any sort of wave riding. “It’s like every cell in your body is humming with the energy of the ocean,” said Ryan Masters, a big-wave bodysurfer from Santa Cruz, Calif. “I believe it’s the closest you can get to really physically experiencing the universe’s tangible energy, call that God or whatever.”

The salty old-timer remembers when all surfers were bodysurfers. Before leashes transformed surfboards into flotation devices. Before the crowds and the bad vibes and the meth-addled surf tribes. Before the creation of the surf industry and the contests designed to move surf-industry products. Before, even, the bodysurfer’s curse faded from memory. 

“Beware!” the old-timer croaks at surfers who pass too close to his van in the parking lot. “Every time you drop in on a bodysurfer, that’s a season of bad surf luck.”