When I get there, I see many familiar, friendly faces that wear a similar expression to mine
(I wonder if bears look like this when they come out of hibernation). Anyway, everyone's
going off, it's a blast. But, wait a second, my board's gotten away from me, and it's headed
for the big bowl. I dive to try and save it,
FEW
ODY DOES IT
but it's too late, and I've got too much
momentum going to save myself.
Clockwise from top left: John Lohne fs 50-50's in Lake
Oswego. Alex Lilly time travelling fs pivot on your brain.
Canoe ride down the Willamette with Osage, Marty, and
Alex. Photo by the Lafferty Bros. When it's dry under the
bridge you can find Osage doing butterknife grinds on the
spine. Photo by Bohna. Noah Martineau made this Indy
before falling in the big bowl. Photo by Bohna.
First my board, then me, immersed in half
water, half piss. It's time for another one
of those giant laughs. Oh, shit, I can't get
out, everything's all slimy and slippery. After much comical effort, I make it out. Everyone at
the park is laughing. I'm soaking wet. I drop in (thinking of a similar incident involving my
friend Roger). It feels good to do a piss-drenched Bert on the first day of spring.