The Good With the Bad Exploring the Reality of Surf Travel With Kids   When it comes to surf travel, we typically only see the glitz and glamour—the tubes and triumphs, the waves we score and the cultures that we are immersed in. What we don’t often see are the speed bumps along the way—the mistakes and misfortunes that are part and parcel of the travel experience. This week I was reminded first-hand of how difficult travel can be. As the run of south swell in Hawaii trickled to a close, I headed to San Diego with a buddy’s 15-year-old son—a frothing grom who had never been on a surf trip before. He’d been waiting patiently for this trip, and the right conditions had finally popped up. Perfect swell size and direction, good wind, good tides—all the elements you need to score in Mexico. We were heading for a quiet, often-overlooked zone with a high-quality point break, a pair of slabs, and a hollow beach break, and the kid was absolutely stoked. The border crossing at the CBX terminal in San Diego went smoothly, and with an hour before our flight we were checked in and ready to clear security...