In the immortal words of Sloppy Sam, sometimes skateboarding
involves not skateboarding. Last Sunday the phrase couldn’t have been truer.
Joe, Craig, Dixon, Hoss and I set off on an Eastside pool mission, to scope a
new one or two, to return to one we skated, and to return to one we didn’t
skate. The one we didn’t skate was full of water and clean – snooze for just a
week or two, and you lose. The one we skated had been jackhammered and prepped
for a new surface. We then went and scoped a Frank Lloyd Wright house that has
been in the paper. Gargle Earth showed a pool, partially under the house. We
parked in front; the house was super high profile, with a fence around the
entire property. Joe made the Rambo call and hopped the fence, only to return a
minute or two later with the news that the pool is bunk. He didn’t bring a
camera, so we got no photos. What to do? We were blanked and jonesing to skate.
“Fountain of Youth,” came the call. I think they were humoring me – I genuinely
like this spot, although it’s pretty dorky and small, but I’m not sure others
do. We made a beeline to the spot, only to find that a huge tree branch had
blown down and into the fountain. The sun set, and we were blanked. Those guys
took off, but Craig and I polished off a couple of beers as a consolation
prize. I’m now on my way to Seattle for the Fallout Skate Team Reunion. Gonna
be sick. Above: jackhammered bowl.
Joe Dirt hops the FLW fence, hi-profile.
Even the Fountain of Youth was shut down. All photos courtesy of Hoss Rogers!
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