Hoss picked me up from the airport after I got back from Seattle. Our plan, hatched weeks prior, was to head to the Fountain of Youth first, and then hit Big Surf. For those who don't know, skating the Fountain of Youth on January 1 actually takes a year off of your age. No shit. But it was not meant to be: wet weather and mud in AZ had conspired against the rip. It had been bucketed, but would not dry due to being in the shade and muddy and damp. Big Surf has new overbearing security, apparently, and Ham'n'Cheese was kicked out a few days prior. So... Adam's it was. Local standby from a stand up guy, Adam lets us skate whenever we want (pretty much), and New Year's Day was no exception. Got some grinds in the new year. Craig got the stairs, gnarly.
Didn't get any photos of Livi's insane shallow end BS ollies, but he went the other way over the stairs.
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