Beau Cram Gives Derek Hynd & Krooky A Run For Their Money

Many of us were acquainted with Beau Cram on the Coopers Pacific Pale Ale Odyssey to the Indian Ocean where he’s spent twelve months living in his home on wheels, getting tubed in empty lineups, and refining the art of the backside roundhouse sans a droplet of water being unintentionally displaced by the inside rail. Between his unmistakable fuzz, and preternatural ability to find tubes and paint pleasing classical lines on a myriad of craft in a myriad of conditions, Beau, son of surf-royalty, Richard Cram, possesses a mystical energy that shines through the screen. 

“I was living out of my Iveco Daily, she’s a beast. Drove her over to West Oz and parked up. I had a solar blanket, dual battery, converter, about fifteen boards – pretty simple setup but it did the trick,” says Beau. “I was working up and down the coast, hopping along from site to site,” Beau told Stab.

Cinematographer Tom Pearsall didn’t know who Beau was when he first saw him at Margaret River main break. But his surfing, somewhat of a contemporary twist on a classic rail surfing, warranted further investigation as to the mind behind it. 

Tommy writes “What transpired before this current moment took place over roughly 1 year. The Earth traveled 940 million km around the sun at 30 kilometers a second. Beau traveled some 7,000km at 0.02 kilometers a second. Word filtered out from where he had been. Whispers of a journey spanning a seemingly endless straight road, littered with the corpses of an animal with springs for legs; under towering forests inhabited by ancient white skinned trees and over bone rattling ancient plains of red dirt. Before, finally, into an aquatic playground brimming with mythical reefs and myriad creatures. No one was sure of the rumours… till now.”

Enter the Cramaverse.