C
liff Hodges is not an easy
guy to pigeonhole. On
one hand, he is well-
schooled and
tech-savvy—he earned a
bachelors and a masters
degree in electrical engi-
neering from the
Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT) in
just five years. On the other, Hodges is stuck
in the Mesolithic stone age. He makes fire by
friction, hunts using homemade stone tip
weapons, and tans animal hides.
What Hodges has done with himself can
be looked as a case study in that semi-mythi-
cal aphorism that usually exists only in
motivational office posters and
Rocky
movies.
I’m talking about reaching for the stars, follow-
ing your dreams, and all those other adages
that tend to not actually mean anything. If you
happened to catch a look at Hodges’ yoga
mat, it reads “Live Your Vision,” which could
be equally as meaningless as any other moti-
vational words if Hodges’ hadn’t ripped it free
of irony and, bless his heart, actually lived it.
At 26, the Santa Cruz local has tossed
aside the conventional to live his dream,
which, in his case, is being the proud owner of
Adventure Out, an outdoor programming com-
pany that specializes in wilderness survival
training, rock climbing, backpacking and—
another love of Hodges’—surfing.
“My two favorite things in the world are
one, to be outdoors, and two, to teach,” he
says. “The company provides me with the
opportunity to do both.”
Hodges doesn’t look like your typical
business owner. Adventure Out has no office,
so he has no reason to wear a tie. The
“office” is pretty much wherever Hodges feels
like working—the administrative work is
designed to be “mobile,” so he can work in
his home, on the road, or in the great out-
doors. When he conducts outdoor lessons,
work attire is either a wetsuit or pants that he
doesn’t mind getting dirty. So it’s the T-shirt-
and-jeans look for Hodges, a far cry from the
Brooks Brothers guise that you might expect
from an MIT graduate.
By his own admission, Hodges is a talker.
I tagged along on one of Adventure Out’s surf
lessons early one Saturday morning. Hodges
began the lesson the same way he does with
practically all of his classes—with a story.
Sitting on the beach, arranged in a semi-circle,
Hodges told the class about his first wave. “I
remember everything so crystal clear, like it
was five minutes ago because it was such an
influential moment in my life,” Hodges said.
“And I know that I was smiling from ear to ear.
I was so unbelievably stoked that I knew from
that moment that I would be a surfer for the
rest of my life.”
Everybody in the group nodded politely,
even though they were a bit too groggy at
eight in the morning to fully appreciate the
story. But it was clear what he intended to
do—tell us about his first wave to put into
context what we were about to do. But as
surf virgins, these sorts of things just can’t
be explained.
After basic surf lessons on dry land,
Hodges and his fellow instructors (local surfers
Tiffany Morgan and Sonrisa Steeptath) led us
into the water. Once we were arranged above
a friendly break out past the jetty, surf school
really began.
The instructors waded in the neck-deep
water right at the wave’s sweet spot. They
called out for you to get into position as the
swell came. Usually they gave you a helpful
shove to get you going at the right speed, and
once the wave arrived, as you felt its momen-
tum, you executed the pop-up-to-a-crouch
maneuver you’ve spent so much time practic-
ing on the beach. If you were lucky, and if
your balance was right, you’d be surprised to
find yourself rushing right along with the
wave—honest to-god surfing.
When the wave’s momentum died down,
and you bailed out into the waist-deep water,
you’d look back toward the group to check if
anybody saw you do what you just did. There,
just past the waves, was Hodges—just his face
bobbing up over the water with a congratula-
tory fist in the air, grinning from ear to ear.
Later, Hodges would tell me that that sort
of thing is the best part of his job. “I get to
get take people out into the water and see
that look on their face when they catch their
first wave,” he says. “That makes it so unbe-
lievably worth it.”
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With a growing business, plenty of out-
door time, and doing it all in his hometown of
Santa Cruz, Hodges appears to be happy with
the direction of his life. But it wasn’t always
that way.
In the fall of 1998, just after graduating
from Santa Cruz High, he boarded a plane
heading east to Boston, a city he had never
been to before. “You get into a school like MIT
and you have to go. You can’t really split hairs
on that one.”
But top among Hodges concerns about
MIT wasn’t necessarily the academic rigor. “I
was thinking, ‘Jesus! Am I going to be able to
surf? Am I going to be able to be outdoors
even? It’s so cold in the wintertime.’”
Through a stroke of fortune, he met a fel-
low MIT student named Kai McDonald who
hailed from the Mount Madonna area. They
shared not only a common homeland, but a
love for surfing that bordered on a necessity.
“There’s a lot nerdy characters at MIT,”
McDonald remembers. “The whole scene is
Nerd Pride—that’s the battle cry. It was refresh-
ing to meet some like Cliff.”
The duo managed to find some surf spots
out in New Hampshire and Rhode Island. Every
weekend—when there were waves—they
drove to the beach. “It taught me that surfing
was a labor of love when you’re wearing seven
millimeter wetsuits hiking through the snow to
get to the beach,” he says, “you’ve got to love
it because it’s not that fun.”
Hodges indulged in plenty of surf trips,
but he also put in plenty of studying. And
though he managed to get good grades, it
became increasingly clear that his heart just
THE “OFFICE” IS PRETTY MUCH WHEREVER HODGES
FEELS LIKE WORKING—THE ADMINISTRATIVE WORK IS
DESIGNED TO BE “MOBILE,” SO HE CAN
WORK IN HIS HOME, ON THE ROAD,
OR IN THE GREAT OUTDOORS.
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Santa Cruzan Cliff Hodges tossed aside
the conventional for a life of adventure.
Now he’s riding the wave of his life.
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