We were supposed to leave the day after finals ended, but the freak
weather trapped us in Portland for a couple more days.
Road conditions were "hella hecka gnar." I can also say that Oregon
is a total pile when it comes to cleaning up; apparently salt is bad
for the environment... hippys.
When we weren't distracted by driving on a sheet of ice
through mountain passes the scenery was nice.
Are we there yet?
Vegas baby! Still shitty baby!
So many cheesy jokes to choose from-
huddled masses, hard economic times...
Chilly presidents.
Wind powerage
Clear skies in southern Utah, real pretty.
Cabin fever once the weather broke led us to stop
and scream at the book cliffs as loud as we could.
Hole in the rock got mad ups on this cliff son!
Respec.
Are we there yet?
Pulled off to get gas and realized the highway ran parallel to
route 66. It was trife. The crucifix on this abandoned church
was made from two pieces of pipe screwed together.
Speaking of pipes...
Amarillo, TX is one of those places that was ingrained in
my head at a young age by Thrasher. No desert missle
silos or whatevs on this trip though; hopefully
eventually with a thick crew. Some groms at the 7 eleven
pointed us in the right direction and we found
what I think is a Grindline park (design wise & grippy crete).
SO SICK! That pipe is big.
It also funnels as you get towards the back.
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This park is really randomly placed. You have to drive around forever in this city park type thing... then finally you find it. The locals are strange, but the park is legit. I liked it.
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