Didn’t realize I’d captured the guys on the stairs but was glad they shared the stoke. I got this angle after standing at the edge looking over the gap.
Great thread to echo disbelief but sharing details unseen in footage and the mystical feeling you get being in the presence of these spots got me hyped.
You follow skating long enough to see them become proving grounds in photo/footage and can understand why it seems important to the industry to catalog nbds and protect them from blow outs.
Despite being an LA local, I really didn’t venture too far as a kid in the prime years. My first skate friend showed me how to ride the bus and we spent a day trying to find the “Santa Monica courthouse”.
This is maybe 93 with no map and no social skills.
The name is a misnomer so we just headed east from the beach. We scanned Santa Monica blvd long enough to find what felt like Mecca packed with a hundred people. The sound was stunning.
Our first unsupervised road-trip to Norcal had us baffled at the BART in Oakland so we shrugged and risked driving into the city notorious for traffic and steep hills. Wallenberg’s four and Clipper nearby were my first experiences of “… how?”
We were blessed with a souvenir greeting from Karl Watson at pier 7.
But it was Hubba that made me feel like I was in a holy place. The chill overcast sky and shade was very moody.
I was so lucky a few years ago to see a few spots around Europe: South Bank London, Place de la République in Paris and MACBA above never failed to make me giddy.