All Hail Da Yutes!

Awesome! Summer outdoor skate ramp is in motion! Lessons are halfway through another round! This round sees some of the first round of kids I ever met at the youth centre mentoring the even younger ones, it is ruling. They are having fun, and getting really into it. And the younger kids learning from them you can tell are just hyped! Doing their very best to impress the big kids, and succeeding. All around heartwarming fuzziness...


 Here are some pics of the kids we had last round. Loving this life...

Skating in Sayulita1

Getting hyped about heading back to Mexico this Christmas. Skating, shit, even walking has been a chore with this achilles tear,but I'll be physio-mended up by then and get to skate as well this round!
Scratched together some footage from my shitty old busted camera and made a short to keep myself awake through the wee hours of the night shift... Hastily edited with strange cut offs and mixed up orders, but funny to me.
I'm so excited to see what will come out of using my new camera that is fun and not a total craptastic hassle!
The countdown is so on.


Warning: There's some ridiculous shit on here that is not skating.

L.A. art-park tour

Spider of Mi Familia Tattoo getting busy on my arm.
Beautiful roses to rest my Indy in.
Last day, Combi Pool. Dream come true.
Tacos Al Pastor will always win in a fight.

L.A. art-park tour

Some lovely pets I brought home with me, found at Necromance on Melrose.
Art by George Herms, I think, at the Getty Museum.
Watts towers is an inspiration.
Oh my god, waking up under the Venice Beach sign, and stumbling onto the sand for a morning dip to find this....
Was like a dream....

angry skate

Have you ever been saved by an angry skate session? I have and here is my story.
Some shit went down and I had to pack an overnight bag and leave. I actually had to get a ride (since I was too upset to drive) to my right now favorite skatepark to work this out. I was stressing out, could barely breathe, and nearly passed out after my first stretch-out-the-sticks round about the place. The puking feeling passed and into the bowl I went, scaring myself into the very present moment. I felt all odd ends and obtuse angles, my motions were stupid jerky and nerve filled reactions for the first minute. I nearly bail just thinking too hard and not being there, just angry stewing. I take some rest and stand over the deep end for a minute. While I'm catching my breath I look at the lovely smooth concrete, and rolling lines around the place, following the curves and corners... what shall I rock next?
And then I can breathe again. And my vision gets all sharp and bright and focused even though the light is starting to fail and all of the greys are beginning to blend into one flat looking darkness. I stop hearing anything but wind in my ears and all I think is - go faster, go higher, go over that, now scrape that. My mind stops raging and racing and I can see the next logical move without stopping to think about it. My body catches up with me and I start putting it into the right places and I feel all together again. And better than that, I am ripping my favorite park at dusk with a smile on my face and not one worry in the world.

Autumn Lite

Two weeks in and the knee is rockin! Got the news from the ortho that some crazy shit happened in my knee and I am the luckiest skater ever. No tear, my ACL moved out of the way and sprained in the process, while my two leg bones slammed into one another and bruised the bone, presenting identical symptoms to miniscus/ACL destruction! I'm back in action, but still strength building, but so super happy!
I've had some really nice rides up Island to Campbell River's park and I am in love with it. How fast the bowl is, how esthetically pleasing it is even just to look at! I am getting it back, even though there have been those stumbly, clumsy moments of, holy shit its been awhile! The street section is a kickass loop with lots of variation. So fun - SO FUN!
The area in my achilles that got ruptured is still really sore, and pushing gets really painful. When I can't push any more, I use the bowl and love it, but after 40 minutes my achilles goes limp and weak. Leaves are turning, and there are some rainy days ahead, but I am excited to be able to skate on those sunny, cool days yet to come.

A brighter day

So its been 123 days since I hurt my knee. 60 since I tore my achilles. I have been diligent in my physio, and just got an MRI, the results I will discover in a week. The summer air has turned past the dog days (all ten of them this year up here), and back to the cool overtones of September is coming. Skate lessons are listed in the Rec Reporter, and I am feeling pretty optimistic that I will be able to get back on board with them!
Tomorrow, I'm goin skating.
Been dreaming it for a week, which I am sure is my body's way of letting me know its time to go. So in the morning, following physio, it is on.