Its been way too long since I've been back to the mile high city where I went to art school. Met up with some good doods and Nick Lyons (AKA White Nick) took me out to the best ramp I've skated. It was like a skatenerd playground with extensions, rounded corners into sketchy skinnies, a swingin' rope, smooth painted pool coping all the way around and free beer-nice touch. Apparently Jeff, Charlie and the dudes were just finishing it up that day and we all took first runs. Thanks doods.
It snowed so things got a bit weird. Basement wall jam skating complete with wigs, fox tails, crossbows and of course...beer. Luckily the guns didn't make an appearance, they just hung out in the corner.
This is Tack, he's named after Tack "the cack" from the Stoned Age. I lived with him off and on for 5 years. Almost lost him due to a tumor 1/3 the size of his chest, luckily it was removed and he's recovering well.
Showing up just in time became the theme for the trip. After a big snow, Adam Walczak, White Nick and I went to meet up with Cotton, Marco and some other doods clearing out a bowl at the Sheridan park. They were just finishing up a lot of shoveling and drying so again, we got first runs.