Moss Landing from above. The Kinship Structure: Why Most Surf Education Gets Learning Backwards I have been watching people surf since I started watching any humans doing anything in particular at all. Some of the first words I read were penned in my dad's Surfer Magazines that were piled up in the hull of the sailboat we lived on. I still remember the smell of the boat: damp salt air, a slight mildew, and wood varnish. Oh yes, and low tide. Low tide has a particular smell. The beach I grew...