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.


sandcan.