Remember that place I talked about in my last post?
Do you also remember how terrible that resort is?
Here comes another story… Ready?
Well, Tryvann gets lazy at the end of the season.
When the top layer turns to slush and jumps shrink, parks need to be maintained obsessively.
Wouldn’t you know it, Tryvann doesn’t agree.
The box becomes loose and teeters when you hit it, much like a seesaw.
It’s the time when dares and games of SKATE are the most prevalent part of my day.
During one of these games of skate, I came up empty on my turn.
I was under the gun and staring down a flat box.
What to do… A ha!
I could use this…
Disaster to switch without tipping the box.
Everyone else got a letter…
They’re all the same and everything’s been done on them.
Give them a third dimension!
Once again, I don’t have any pictures of teetering boxes at Tryvann…
So here’s another one of Walter Scott Wood tearing that godforsaken hill a new one.
