Surfing wasn't just a sport to Pat. It was his way of life, his poetry, his Zen, his muse. He fashioned his own big-wave guns and rode the deepwater mysto breaks of Mainland Mexico. In quieter moments, he took oils to canvas to paint his best friends—the waves, coves and swaying palms of California and Mexico that marked "his" beaches. Pat drank beer with friends and perfected his plein-air painting, producing colorful landscapes of his favorite beaches. He would return to Laguna Beach, California, to exhibit and sell his paintings. A legend among the early big-wave surfers, and popular among collectors of surf art, he was 55 when he died in 2006 of liver disease.