Desert Trek: Sand Surfing in Morocco
Once you catch the bug, chasing swells becomes a never-ending, lifelong quest.
But when the sea is flat, it takes a bit of creativity to satiate the thirst – welcome the art of sand surfing, or shredding down the face of a steep desert dune.
We started off the day at our home breaks in Tamraght, but everywhere we checked was flat, flat, flat as a flat thing could be.
So we embarked North toward Tamri, a magical stretch of coastline dripping with world-class reef and point breaks hidden around each bend. These spots often pick up more Northwest winter swell, but to our dismay we were only met by small, mushy waves, smothered by onshore winds.
“Well then,” smiled our surf-instructor Abdellah, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Time for sand surfing!”
So the quest to gnarnia continued — but this time deep into sweeping desert fields, steeped on massive cliffs overlooking the dreamy turquoise sea.
We tromped through the fiery sand under a blazing Moroccan sun, winding our way up and down towering dunes until we finally reached our destination peak.
Removing the fins from our favorite foamie, gnar shredding commenced:
The afternoon lazily flowed by, sinking deeper and deeper into the endless expanse of the desert, not another soul in sight.
The desert has a piercing ability to make a human feel small as an ant.
An eerie stillness permeates the throbbing landscape, holding the distant echo of waves crashing into the cliffs, howling winds swooshing through the valley.
One moment, all was completely still.
The next, a wind picked up with so much force it nearly swept us into the sea. At mercy to the elements, we quickly packed up our things and step by step, made the trek home.
The journey is endless, the destination an illusion… For the gnar, brah. For the gnar.