harrisburg, oregon

When it’s been raining and snowing and freezing raining and snaining and basically failing to get light out at all in the morning, when after doing that for about five weeks straight you wake up one morning and the sun’s out, it’s making a pattern on your wall and your cat’s laying there in a pool of it all squinty eyed, well then you look out the window and get all excited and the world is yours for the taking.

Billy pilots the frontside 5-0, Jamie is the hype-man.

Tony went up and around and down the triangle thingy. Awesome.

And so it was that we all piled in cars the other day with big plans to go down to Harrisburg outside Salem and skate the new Dreamland park there. Little did we know, about twenty minutes south of Portland a massive cloudbank had the land in the grips of freezing dampness. Basically, somewhere past Oregon City, we entered Spooky Hallow.

Out of focus. Head cut off. But still—you can't deny the power of the frontside Smith. Jamie knows.

Billy. Air. Time.

But oh well, we still made it happen despite lack of sunshine and lack of proper attirement like hats and gloves and jackets. Rad stuff still happened and then we ate Mexican food and piled in cars and that is the end of the story.

Everyone is spazzing out in this photo and it is great.