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Left: Mark Scott calls these frontside cor-
ner airs Cheater airs. Lord knows why.
Below: The shallow end of the pool was
infested with giant slugs.
Bottom: Richard Kirby Smiths on the face-
wall of the Warm Springs pool.
Large metal objects and burning pieces
of wood were thrown in the deep end,
but no one in the shallow end budged.
in skateboarding. The slugs started
clearing out of the shallow end, and
Dick woke up and immediately
grinded the hardest place in the pool.
We rode for a while, and it was
good fun, but I was fading fast. It was
getting hotter and brighter, and I
was starting to hallucinate from lack
of sleep. I rested for a while and
watched as people woke up and Lust when I was about to fall
started skating. After a while. I saw asleep. I saw Munk approaching for
Munk walking down the hill and the roll in. He rode from the deck
decided it was time to give it another onto that skinny section described
go. There was a nice little session earlier and was rolling slowly on the
going by then, but I didn't have much edge as everyone held their breath.
left in me. Before long, I was col-e guided it perfectly, rolling in
lapsed on the deck watching again frontside at the last possible second,
with my eyes half open.
and the crowd went wild.
For the next hour or so, I laid there in
the shade half sleeping and half watch-
ing the session. Then it was time for my
dip in the river. I sat there on the
shore watching rafts full of people going
by and thinking about what an unusu
ally good spot we had come to. Well,
that and the mystery of women.
When I got back to the pool, I saw
Red finally rising from his baking spot-
on the deck. Second run he did an
invert on the facewall, frontside corner
alts like nothing and plenty more. Red
is incredible.
Out of the river came the cooled
watermelon and everybody enjoyed
some. LA Pete and Junior showed up
out of nowhere with some chicken and
beer, which were devoured instantly
by the hungry mob
On the way back we saw the smolder
ing remains of the fire from the night before. We had all
agreed to meet at the lake on the way back, but no one
ended up swimming. Instead, Dick got lost, and we
drove around in circles trying to find him. When we
finally found him, he was completely naked except for
his orange socks and was carrying a dead rabbit in his
mouth. We congratulated him on catching our dinner
and hurried home to cook it up. That sure was some
good rabbit. Nice job. Dick.
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