BRECKENRIDGE
The last leg of the tour ran through
a slew of public Colorado cement.
Built by Team Pain, the new
Breckenridge park features both a booty street area and one Barneylicious
biscuit of a bowl. A nine-foot-deep capsule, dogleg right around a mini-
Marseille volcano, a sharp right-hand hip, and a round left side hip into a
square shallow end. Sick. Attention Wade Speyer, Pete Colpitts, and John
Cardiel: Go to Breckenridge immediately. Oh, and
bring Dan Drehobl.
SALIDA
HELME
REQUIRED
What a bag. Jake gets a
ticket for taking one run
without a lid. Helmet laws
straight up suck. The bowls
look good, though.
MONTROSE
Mike Lesak, backside at Breckenridge.
I guess we saved the best for last.
Everybody loves this park. The
park rolls downhill, but flows hard
enough that you can keep your speed.
Everything is big, fast, smooth, and perfect. A roll-in, a long vol-
cano, a spine, a twinkie, a seven-sided fun box, a downhill ledge, a
volcano with a crazy donut-like birdbath on top, metal benches, a
snakerun, and a peanut bowl. Metal coping everywhere, sticking
out perfectly. We skate here with Josh Marlowe and celebrate
being old skateboarders. Free air!
You know what would be cool? A pro contest series held on
public cement, what with this explosion of quality skateparks
being built. Today is a good day to be a skateboarder.
-Curtis Hsiang
Salt Lake City, Utah. Who knew? Hell is only
110 and it's in Utah, and there's plenty of
room for all of you. Anyway, it was a very
long drive to the destination, only to find
absolutely nothing to skate. Jake had some
family there so we spent the night visiting
all of them.
114 THRASHER
Day Eleven.
We awoke in Uncle Clark's backyard, where it
was still 80° all night and we were woken by
a garbage truck at 6 AM. Time to coffee up
again and hit the road for Ridiculous Reno,
Nevada. Driving through the Salt Flats of
Utah is very weird and alien. I know there
are aliens there just like the X Files.
Hundreds of miles of white earth-it looks
as if it's white from sun bleach, but really it's
salt. Lots and lots of salt, hot salt, weedy salt
as far as the eye can see in the wavy 110
air. We reached "the biggest little city in the
world" around 8 PM-too late to look for
skating, but nobody knew of anything there
anyway except some hearsay pools with no
directions. We hit the craps tables, gambled
all night, won some money, and headed
home the next morning, (Hint: don't eat at
In-n-Out Burger.)
-Janie Jones
Curt Condrat, backside D.
CRESTED BUTTE
Established Barney Farm. Like Salida
and Breckenridge, built by Team Pain.
Similarly, it's got a sick bowl and
crummy street area. Too gnarly for
me-a few frontside scratchers was all
I could muster. The high altitudes were
getting to me. Cement coping rules.
Ski towns blow.