You spend two months complaining about the heat and then you wake up one morning to a wash of sweet bright chilliness and suddenly you’re like, already??! No, it’s not fall yet, but I smelled it yesterday…
Anyhow, for those who care, I have a new favorite skate spot: the concrete creations on the side of Mt. Hood at Windell’s Camp. A race track of bumps, banks, and gaps. Rollers splitting pine trees into paved paths headed down past ledges, gaps, and boxes. Not a park, really—more of an environment of skate features. Plus, a good view, good friends, and that’s all.
Billy built the park, among other things. And did the above front smith, among other things.