Above: We didn't bother to shoot any photos in Canada while on our way down to the States, so while this pic of Orran's backtail in Yakima, Washington isn't technically in chronological order, it'll have to do.
I didn't really know Orran before this trip, but he quickly became one of my new favorite Edmonton skaters. Be it his casual style while destroying every spot, or his packing skills - which led him to think any trip across the border wouldn't be complete without, among other things, a slingshot, fireworks and a tube of fake blood, this guy killed it and is definitely good shit.
Above: Even despite the crappy quality of my point and shoot camera, you can still clearly see the sheer joy on Orran's face as he surprises the crew by firing roman candles at them during a roadside pit stop.
Orran still seems like kind of a quiet guy, but as you hang around him for a few days you soon realize that it's in these quiet moments that you should be very wary. His mouth may not be moving, but the gears in his head are screaming, and I'm pretty positive most of these thoughts revolve around fire.
Above: Nile, Jan, and Matt peek out from their hiding places following Orran's impromptu barrage.
One of my favorite moments of the trip involved Jan giving big brotherly advice to Orran about Jan's life philosophy, which I believed boiled down to "I don't care", and then moments later Jan physically restraining Orran from throwing a huge bag of recyclables into the camp fire.
"You can't burn that!", bellowed Jan, while using one arm to try and block Orran.
"I don't care," yelled Orran as he tried to push past Jan. "You're sending me mixed messages, man."
A toxic plastic fog was soon wafting through the camp site.
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