Jacob Wester
Jacob Wester
Jacob Wester
Jacob Wester
Jacob Wester


More surf

Another windy day yesterday, and even though conditions weren’t as tidy as two days ago, it’s always a blast to get in the water with friends. We were a solid crew showing up, adding to the already 75+ surfers in the line-up. It’s crazy how popular surfing has become in Sweden, every year there are many new faces out there, but as soon as the temperature starts to drop in October, most of them seem to disappear. I’m not complaining.

Here’s a batch of photos Sofia snapped on the beach:


Surf check, Patrik and Gabriel from XTravel surveying the conditions. Menu of the day was windchop and gray conditions. Still fun.





Gabriel on a nice section


Camilla on an inside wall.


This is Stoffe, probably the most passionate surfer in Sweden. If there’s any hint of a south wind, you will find him here.


Adam Widén, a fellow swedish pro skier, finding his line on his 9’6 longboard.


Stoffe spraying buckets.


Me trying to do the same on my old trusty Nord quad fish.


Fun little floater on the inside.



The walk out is always interesting, these rocks are insanely slippery!


No place I’d rather spend a sunny afternoon.


Adam, Patrik and Stoffe debating if they should get back in as the swell is slowly dying.

Time to get back to work in the editing room! Putting a little Unfiltered highlight reel together from the season, so I have a couple hundred GB’s of footage to dig through…


Summer surf

Headed south last night to Torö stenstrand, a 45 minute drive from my apartment. Not the best forecast but since it’s been flat over here in Sweden the last three months, we were a keen crew, and any waves are welcome in 20°C water with a warm wind. Ended up getting glassy little peelers for a good 5 hours, in almost tropical conditions. It looks like it might happen again today so we’re hoping for the best!









Surfing in Sweden will always be something special to me, even though the waves are gutless and it’s freezing cold most of the year, every time it happens I fall asleep with a big smile on my lips, waiting for the next time the wind blows hard enough to make more waves for us.

Only two more weeks in Stockholm, then I’m on snow again! Guess where!




Yesterday I went out to Saltsjöbaden south of Stockholm on a little judging mission for the annual “Dödshopp” contest. Basically, you jump off a 40 foot platform, do a trick of your choice, and land on your feet and hands at the same time. Nothing I’d like to participate in, but watching people bellyflop is always a good time :)


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The same trick, two different angles. The judge has to try out the venue!

Since I was so busy putting down scores I don’t have any more photos to show, but it was a great time, and I’m truly impressed by everyone who entered the competition. The winning trick was a perfectly executed 720, facing belly down, with a textbook landing… craziness!

In other news, not much is going on, been getting into editing mode, for a couple different projects. Right now I’m the most hyped to show the world my RealSki segment, dropping in september! The edit was finished last week and I’m really excited with how it turned out. Some good memories from last season in there.

I’m going to end this post with some food, I love being home in my kitchen, cooking healthy food after 6 weeks on the road. Since we have had a really mellow day today, and weren’t too hungry, this is what Sofia and I came up with for dinner:


Oven-roasted spicy chickpeas and garlic cauliflower, green lentils, avocado and melon feta cheese salad. Watermelon/strawberry/ginger/honey smoothie. Try it!

Tomorrow it finally looks like the Baltic sea is cooking up a little storm for us wave-starved swedes. Can’t wait to get in the water again!



It’s August, which in Sweden means two things – summer is coming to and end, and crayfish parties. While I’m not normally a strong keeper of traditions, I won’t miss this one, both because I love the food but also because I am blessed with the luxury of catching my own crays. This week Sofia and I have been out to the lake, and fishing’s been good! Check the photos, all taken by the great Sofia!


A typical crayfish trap, baited and ready for the night, the time of day the crayfish are the most active.

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A total of 25 traps is needed to catch enough for a big party.

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Rowing out to start dropping all the traps in the right spots. My family has done this for half a century and knowledge of the right water depths, bottom structure and other factors is very important if you want the big ones.


5am, and it’s time to go checking on the traps before daylight let’s the crayfish escape.


Another magical morning at my special place.

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Not a bad morning! Crayfish in every trap.


On our way back the sun was rising and we felt the caffeine-vice tightening its grip.


Once back home in our apartment, the crayfish gets washed off in the sink before boiling.


The hardest part of the day for me, boiling the catch alive. Even though it seems brutal, the water is brought to a violent boil, and they all go in head-first, turning a bright red in seconds. I doubt there’s any suffering involved.



Ready for the party! The one in the bottom is one of the biggest ones we’ve ever caught, like a small lobster in size. Can’t wait for the feast!


Mexico pt.2 – over and out

So I guess it’s time to leave this amazing country. It’s been 2 incredible weeks in Puerto Escondido, and an insane summer vacation on the west coast of North America. It’s crazy to think about all that we have done and seen in 6 weeks. LA, Vegas, Grand Canyon, Mt.Hood, Oregon coast, San Francisco, and back to LA, not to even mention the deep Mexican south. We are truly blessed individuals on this planet and I hope I can keep traveling like this my whole life.

Today we woke up early, packed our bags, and caught the 8am flight back to Oaxaca. We spent the day walking around in the city, checking out all the markets and ancient historic ruins. The whole town is a unesco world heritage site and I would really recommend anyone visiting southern Mexico to spend a day or two here.

The last 7 days have been pretty similar to the first week. Surfing every morning, then lots of down time by the pool, walks into town at night for sunset beers and dinner. We have been getting nice afternoon thunderstorms, lasting for only about 30 minutes, and afterward the offshore winds have kicked in and the surf has been good for a quick dip before sunset. Another interesting surprise was the 6.3M earthquake that woke us up the other morning. The epicenter was 160km away but our whole house was shaking. Pretty wild! Anyways, here’s another massive photo post, enjoy!



Walking the 15 minutes to the main surf break in the morning. The winds are offshore until 11am here, so there’s really no rush to get in the water.


The surf has continued to be challenging with lots of close-outs. Nice sets will come in, looking like they will have a smooth shoulder, but as they hit the sandbars most of them shut down. You have to get lucky to catch an open one. Above is the take-off on one that didn’t make it happen.


Same wave a second later, aborting mission.


Lean back and enjoy the washing machine.


Where the set waves have been closing out, the smaller in-between waves have been fun. Here’s a little cover-up on the inside.


Another mini-left.


Getting some shade.


Even on a small day, a set wave will snap your board right in half if your in the wrong place. At least this one last me 9 days.


Post-surf hangout selfie at the beach. I really like the beach chair setups they have down here. You just walk up to any empty chair, and someone will bring you a 2 dollar beer, or coconut or even dinner if you’re hungry, and you’re only paying for what you buy, no stupid chair rental and other scams they have going in Indo. First row seats at Mexpipe is a pretty good dinner show!


Colorful rugs and Tecates, Sofia living the mexi dream.


Oh, and coconuts of course. We have been drinking 1-2 a day each. The best hydration in the world.


Beach girl.





After the storm. Crazy watching an ugly onshore soup of an ocean tidy up and start pumping out perfect waves like this, all in under 45 minutes.



Steep, heavy takeoff followed by fast and tight barrel. Didn’t make it out the end of this one but I came so close. If I had come out it would have been the best tube of my life probably. It’s hard to believe how hollow these waves get, most of the time it pitches wider than it’s tall.


No worthy blog post without some animals. Hotel iguana.


Time to catch some sleep before embarking on our 24 hour door-to-door trip tomorrow. It’s gonna be good to be back in Sweden. Lots of cool skiing-related shit happening soon, so make sure to stay tuned.



¡Hola amigos! Greetings from Mexico. I have been off the blog for a few days, busy doing nothing at all, waiting for something out of the ordinary to happen so I’d have something to blog about. Guess days just come and go here and they’re all mostly the same. Absolutely awesome, that is. So where are we? Well, after flying LAX-IAH-OAX (Los Angeles, Houston, Oaxaca) last wednesday, we caught a small prop plane down to the nearby town of Puerto Escondido, a 35-minute flight from Oaxaca. We’re here because we wanted to go relax somewhere quiet after our giant roadtrip in the US the last couple of weeks, and it just so happens to also be one of the best beachbreaks in the world = Jacob gets to surf. The main beach here picks up any pacific ocean swell energy there is, and grooms and funnels it through its offshore canyons before focusing all its power onto the sandbars right outside of our hotel. Here’s a massive photographic effort of describing our trip here so far:


Camping in an industrial parking lot, Inglewood, West LA. Since our flight to Houston was in the morning we decided to return our camper van the night before, and got permission to sleep in the rental company’s lot. Not the safest or most comfortable area to hang out at night, so we kept it low key.


After a massive travel day into Mexico + getting kicked out of the airport in Oaxaca at 11pm without a hotel reservation, we boarded our Cessna Grand Caravan in the early morning hours, before the mountain winds arrive that make this aircraft type less reliable.


Sofia, slightly nervous before her first Cessna ride.


Before waking up in Oaxaca and getting in the plane, I had no idea how lush and beautiful southern Mexico’s landscape really is. Tropical rainforest covers these massive, mountain canyons for miles in every direction, with rivers cutting through the valleys towards the ocean just out of view. Our 35-minute plane ride turned out to be a very wise decision instead of the 8-hour bus.


Seemingly endless rivers like this one, without any villages, houses or roads in any direction, were seen in every valley.


Good morning selfie!


Apart from us, the plane only held the captain, plus some half dozen upper class Mexican nationals. Flying almost private, over one of the most scenic views I’ve ever seen, on our way to some of the best surf I’ve ever heard of, made this whole scenario very unreal.


8:00 am, and starting to feel like I’m wearing too much cotton. 20 hours after our departure, we were finally in Puerto Escondido!


So here we are then, I thought one hour later when we had checked into our hotel, and slowly, in the oppressive blue-sky heat, made it to the beach. The ocean was still delivering the remainders of the previous mega-swell, and every 5 minutes another perfect double overhead set exploded just off the sand. Exhausted from 3 plane rides, and one very brief, sleepless hotel night in Oaxaca, I chose to observe instead of paddling out. At size, this spot breaks both surfboards and spines.


Another impossibly fast left-hander reeling off towards the inevitable close-out section. I was later told the swell needs to have more of a southernly direction to create better rides here, and when we had arrived it was a little too much west. This proved to be true over the next following days when the swell size went down but went more S, producing more distinct, A-frame style beachbreak peaks. I can’t wait for the next big day if this direction holds.


The day after the size had went down a foot or two and I decided to give it a go on my newly acquired 6’8″ pin tail. It’s hard to describe just have fast your paddling, pop-up, and take-off needs to be on this wave, it’s unlike any Indonesian pointbreak I’ve ever surfed. After a month of fastfood, beer and camping life in the US, I had a tough time getting into some of these pits. Pictured above is one of the ones that got away.


And then I finally made the drop on a set, and I wasn’t fast enough to catch up with the face. Surfing after a long break is one of the most frustrating things in the world. You’re doing something you know you’re good at, but your body just won’t do what you tell it do.


Washed ashore after yet another violent washing machine ride.


Even when you suck at surfing, hanging out at the beach is pretty neat. Especially here, where no matter where you sit down, you’ll have a canine friend coming to hang out with you without expecting anything but your company in return.


A couple of these feels pretty good after those long sessions of eating sand and swallowing saltwater…


In the afternoon the winds slowly turn onshore and turns the surf into junk. Good time to go swim in the waves, the water here is hovering around the 28°C (82F°) mark.


Sofia running into the ocean to cool down. The air temperature is even worse, easily reaching Vegas temps.


The last few days have had small surf, but perfect little waves in the morning with almost no one in the water. You can’t complain about clean little faces like this. Sofia has been getting out of bed early some mornings to join with the 5D, unfortunately none of my best waves have been captured on camera. Typical, right? You’ll just have to take my word for it, I guess ;)


Trying out hacks with a 6’8, kooking it.


I like that it stays dark until 6:45 here, so you don’t have to wake up too early to surf uncrowded waves.


Found a nicely groomed left-hander that reminded me of Bingin in Bali. Should have stalled and gotten deeper on this one though, but still getting used to the board I played it safe.



Those steep backhand drops are tough but when you nail them it just feels so good. Now I just need some bigger waves!

Right now we have suffered some 2-3 days of very small surf but I’m excited for an expected increase in size starting tonight. Hopefully we can go nail some barrel photos!

One more week left on this insane trip, stay tuned for more!


















Whew, hi again everyone, I’m sorry for the long absence from the blog. We have been driving down the coast from Portland all the way back to LA, and internet connections have been few and far in between. Anyways, today we are living the airport life again, flying to Mexico on a surf trip to finish this vacation with a bang!

Yesterday I had a meeting and interview with ESPN for their RealSki TV show that’s airing this fall, so that’s really exciting. Can’t wait to show you all  what I’ve been filming for in between Unfiltered episodes.

Anyways, it’s going to be difficult to cover everything we have seen from Portland to here, but here’s an attempt to show the photographic highlights of our journey. Enjoy!



view of mt.hood from portland, oregon. it’s crazy being in a summer city with good skiing only 45 minutes away.


portland is as they say, hipster capital of the world, with it’s own motto (keep portland weird), and it’s easy to tell why. everywhere you go there’s beautiful murals, edgy coffee shops, cool fashion and interesting little shops. insane coffee, too.


A must-do in Portland is visiting one of many brewpubs and try out all their little micro-brews. here’s 12 varieties waiting to quench our thirst.


Sofia enjoying our home for this 3 week trip, on a camp site somewhere in Seaside, Oregon.


Right after portland we headed an hour south to check out the surf at Shortsands. Even though the swell was tiny there were still surfable little peaks with almost no one in the water. the water temps reminded me of sweden :)


Marine life all over the place.







No barrels here, but surfing by yourself surrounded by these magical forests is fun either way.





Sister’s rocks beach, southern Oregon.


After a few days of desolate beaches and fun adventures in Oregon, we came back into California and headed down to San Francisco. I haven’t been back here since ’08, when I won the ski contest Icer Air. It was good to be back with a little more free time to explore the city!




Most religions are pretty whacky, but this one definitely tops the list of craziness.


Big Sur roadside breakfast stop, overlooking one of many private roads leading down to a private beach. It’s really saddening to see how little public access is left along the coast of California. Land of the free – if you have the cash.



Sometimes you just have to wash your hair.


Probably the most photographed coastline in the world.

     Alright, that’s it for now, now it’s time to board our flight from Houston to Oaxaca, Mexico. Check back soon for some surf updates!



So the last couple of days we have been hanging out in Mt.Hood, northern Oregon. I haven’t been here in almost 4 years so it was awesome to be back in one of the most beautiful surroundings I can think of. Staying at the classic Ark motel, which these days serves as lodging for the staff at Windell’s the summer camp operation here in Mt.Hood, we got to hang out with a bunch of our skiing friends, such as Chris Logan, John Ware, Noah Wallace, Will Berman, Nicky Keefer, jeff Curry, Kevin Perron, Max and Tosh Peters, among other great people. 4 days of hiking, photographing, exploring the beautiful forests and skiing on the classic volcano, here’s another photo post!


Mt.Hood Timberline ski area from the parking lot.


Sofia in front of the iconic Timberline Lodge, the exterior famous from the Kubrick movie The Shining.


View of Mt.Rainier.


Sofia’s first time summer skiing.


Always nice to get a couple turns in hoodie and sunglasses. Thanks Armada for hooking us up with some skis!

Didn’t take too much time shooting, but here’s a couple moments from my day:


Public park rails


Switch 7 on the jumps.


Grabbing tail and enjoying the backdrop.



Any day in the mogul course is a good day. Love the bumps!


Hiking for another hit.


Backflip on the bottom set.


Classic flatspin shot.


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A (very) refreshing swim below Tamawanas falls. These cyan blue pools are cold, but oh so tempting.


 The falls, only a 2 mile hike from the highway. I suggest checking them out if you are in the area!

Thanks to everyone out there who made our Mt.Hood visit such an amazing experience! I can’t wait to be back soon!

After Hood we have been driving through Portland, and then down the coast all the way back to California, but I’ll leave that for the next blog entry. Stay tuned!


Yosemite national park

Hi everyone, we’re finally back online! It’s been 3 days since I have had any sort of internet connection except for a 5 minute starbucks glance on the road. Anyways, since the last post, Sofia and I have left Grand Canyon, driven our rental car back to Los Angeles, picked up our camper, and driven north to Yosemite, then on to Mt.Shasta, and now we have finally arrived in Mt.Hood, where we will be based for a couple of days. We have over 30 GBs of photos to go through, but here’s a quick lookback on the last few days:


we found this little waterfall and swimming pool about 5 minutes from our camping ground in yosemite. pretty epic place for a morning shower!


not sure about the water temp though, i’d say around 15°C (50°F), but the hot sun made up for it. camping is the best!


Nature experience 1: The giant tadpole. I had no idea there were tadpoles this big, but this guy is massive. Here is another photo for reference:


Makes you wonder how big the full-grown frog would be.


Breakfast setup in Yosemite! Oat meal, trail mix, nutella and instant coffee for days.


Our van, and rolling bed, “Mooney”.


We did our first Yosemite hike in Mariposa grove, home to the biggest living organisms known on earth, the Giant Sequoias. These trees are all between 1000 and 3000 years old. Makes your head spin for sure.


One of the grove’s biggest monsters, the “Grizzly Giant”. I like how the USA love to name things, all of the trees in the park have their own nickname. The lower branches on this guy are thicker than any of the non-redwood trees’ trunks in the park are.


Sofia and The Roots.


Moss close-up.


Pretty sweet vista at the top.


Aaand then it was time to jump off of something, finally. Mirror lake was not much of a lake with the on-going drought, but there were still a few deep spots. Half Dome, the iconic mountain right in the middle of Yosemite Valley is in the background.


Sofia and crazy landscape.


Cool lizard.




Lot’s of walking and a heavy camera pack.


View from Glacier Point over the whole valley. Some of the most insane scenery I’ve ever seen. Like, system overload in the brain insane.


One more vista.


The current California drought showing itself on Yosemite falls.


Checking out the falls up close.

Running out of laptop battery now so I will show you more as soon as I’m back on! Peace!

Jacob and Sofia

Grand Canyon

Another day, another adventure. Here’s a photo recap from our visit to Grand Canyon. This place is truly spectacular and even though we expected it to be amazing you really have to see it to believe it. We went to the north rim, which is about 4 hours from Vegas by car, and so worth the drive, it’s a lot less touristy and you’re really out in the middle of nowhere. Check out some of the photos we took:


Between somewhere and nowhere.




Right after entering Grand Canyon national park we bumped right into these impressive Bison. Beautiful animals, although they’re not native to this region and supposedly do a lot of damage to the park. Makes for amazing back-lit photo opportunities, however.



Deer all the way along the roads, pretty scary driving back in the dark as we saw dozens of them trying to cross the road.


We arrived at the Canyon just in time for an amazing sunset.





Walking up to the edge in the howling head-wind was definitely an intense experience. The canyon is a mile deep (1600m), and in some places the walls are nearly vertical for the upper part.




Sofia enjoying the warm breeze.


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Thanks for the vistas, Grand Canyon.

Now we’re back in LA but there’s no time to rest. I just got out of the water after one last morning surf session, and now we’re off towards Yosemite national park. High expectations for this one, even though it’s full of tourists I can’t wait to check it all out. Make sure to follow the blog for a ton of photos coming soon!