There was a time in surfing, maybe you could call it surfing’s “golden age”, before it was cool. Before Gidget maybe. When Surfers were wild men, Expelled from society, probably by choice. When the surf was flat they fished, or they dove, and when the wind picked up they sailed, but they never got out of the water. The surfing culture has left the beach; its lost its salt, fizzled out and dried up somewhere inland. But still, whether they are weaving through the crowds of yuppies and yahoos at the beach, or off on the fringe, alone, finding refuge in the sea, there are still a few who choose to lead a lifestyle supported by the ocean… they choose to keep it Salty.