one morning bryan woke me up at 10:30 in the morning asking if i’d like to go to maine for a gnarly skate party. the next day we left, justin and sandy came as well. i lost my tent poles, slept in the cold/wet, and got fucked up in so many ways

we stopped in rhode island.

a lot of car riding.

strubing slept.

bryan drove almost the whole way.

probably the only rest he got the whole time.

then swimming.

bryan got some.