Back to a super high profile Scottsdale bowl. The Haboob was rolling in, wind and dust were blowing, but we had to do the deed. B-Romulan has become the proficient shallow end grinder.
Hoss tackles the deep.
Evidence remains.
We scoped another North Scottsdale spot. Definitely lived in, so we knocked. Martin answered the call of the Silversmith with the silver tongue -- Hoss talked us into the backyard. Matin looked a little like the martian in the Jetsons, hence our new nickname for him: My Favorite Martin. But he said we could clean it up and ride. Killer 1960s big bowl, maybe 10+ feet deep, but rough and cancerous. We will check it and get back to you.
Have never seen this logo before.
Wood-core diving board passes the Barney inspection.
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