Above: Nile frontside ollie, Yakima, Washington. Nile is a quiet ripper and quite the connoisseur of McDonald's hot sauce. He was seriously hyped to sample the regional diversity of the fast food condiment during our near daily trips to the Golden Arches.
When traveling in a late 70's model boogie van filled with skaters, it's pretty much a forgone conclusion that you're getting pulled over for a secondary search at the border. One of the highlights of this stop included the border guards coming out of the back room snapping on rubber gloves. We all unclenched and breathed a sigh of relief as they walked past and began searching the van instead of us. We watched from a window as they started opening the van's doors, pulling out boards and camping gear, the comedic pinnacle of which was when an aging boarder guard opened the van's back door and pulled out Matt's board. He held it up in the air, almost above his head, as if he couldn't quite make sense of what he was reading and was trying to place it in better light. "So you've decided to eat garbage. The smart choice."
Above: Not all camping is done in glamorous woodland settings. Some is done quite literally behind Idaho gas stations. I think they wanted to charge us a $100 for the privilege of camping here. Thankfully the gas station/camp attendant cut us a deal.
The next morning as we packed, I happened to look up just in time to see Orran firing off rocks with his slingshot, just missing the passing camp warden.
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