I swear I'd seen this one before, super high profile location, chain link fence and easily visible from the street. Hoss has been scoping it for decades, and even went to a couple garage sales there and asked if he could drain and skate the pool -- shut down every time. The clean water turned green, and the level went down, and then the construction started. I'm guessing it's a tear-down of a mid-century house that's gone to pot. Because of the construction, Hoss and I wore work shirts (Craig didn't have one, so he said he's the new guy, and I said no, you're the boss). Nowhere to hide, so sometimes being high profile is the best way to maintain a low profile. We brought the pump in, looking like workers, and looked for power. Lights were on, but all of the plugs had two holes instead of three. Damn. Then Hoss found something with an adaptor, and we were in. Pumped a solid 2+ feet of green shitty water out, and since my hose now has a few small holes, we all got sprayed a little.
No rags, so Craig gave up his shirt. Cool looking tie-dye, but holy shit did it smell bad. Note: Hoss in the background taking care of the diving board.
Slide had seen better days. Looked like a hug monster bird took a big brown shit on it and it dripped down. Dare you to slide down it in a Speedo -- fiberglass splinters for days.
No Pool Dust stickers? Cowtown evidence!
Scum water -- 'puter put this one sideways for some reason...
Craig gets some backside...
And Hoss gets some too...
Since we're on the topic of high-profile spots in Scotsdale, saw Guitar Wolf last weekend at the Martini Ranch. Weird. Guitar Wolf Rules.
Underage kids can't get in, but I'm stoked they came for the tunes!
Ryan and Grace.
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