A journey of skateboarding across the United States, at skateparks in various cities. I am organizing to build a skate park in my hometown of Davis, West Virginia. A skate park that is free of charge and open to everyone will be a positive addition to the community, providing a place for kids and athletes alike to gather and skate.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Back in Baker
I am in Baker Cali, with two friends, Noah and our new buddy from Vegas, lil' homey. After dropping off the train hoppers, we checked out the strip, which was full of rich people out to party. One night spent sleepin in the desrt, and then the next we did some urban camping. Our friend Alex whom I met the last time in Vegas, and ran into at the Desert Breeze Skate Park, showed us a tucked away spot with a table and privacy. So we cooked and slept under the street light behind some office in Las Vegas,one of the most interesting camping spots I've yet to experience. The next day, the four of us and Alex's girlfriend hiked Mt. Frenchmans, in the blazing sun and heat. After the long hike, us four boys drove up and up to Mt. Charleston, an amazing alpine desert full of cliffs and caves. That night we slept, freezing in the cool mountain air, which we forgot to prepare for. But the next day was sunny and warm, so we hiked with our instruments up to Mary Jane Falls, a trickling waterfall that fell like rain from the cliffs. I got fully soaked in it, as it was the only natural water I had seen for days. It was ice cold, as its source was melting snow. We jammed up in the mouth of a cave, and met some nice folks. After our dayhike we drove to the ski area at Mount Charleston, which was of course closed, but very steep looking. After seeing the area, we stopped to ask a man walking where a good camping place would be. After asking where we were from and looking us up and down, he told us what I think was the best hidden campsite ever. We found it down the road by pulling off where he told us, and parking under the road where an arroyo cut under. So our car was hidden in our own little garage, and after dinner, we hiked up the dry creekbed through a crag, and camped on a flat spot. We were surrounded by desert, in the night, playing music to the dancing fire. All the time up in the mountains was sweet, but we had to go back to Vegas, driving through the valley in temps of 100 degrees. NOW On My Way To the Coast! ONE LOVE
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