Who says there’s no surf in Texas? Dude, we got plenty of waves to groove on, even in the Big Bend Chihuahuan Desert.
As Momo and me departed from Marfa, Texas, traversing the desert and mountains, an SUV with two long surfboards on its roof overtook us. I gestured the timeless sign of approval to the occupants, and they reciprocated in kind. Perhaps they were bound for the Gulf Coast or returning from a journey to California. The vehicle captured in the photograph belongs to Moon Doggy Dan, a seasoned Texas surfer who ventured to Marfa in pursuit of life’s purpose and all the contemporary spiritual nonsensicality.
Notes From The Cactus Patch 