Now I'm back in Philly...back to reality. Quite bittersweet. It was a long journey from one end of the country to the other, but it was definitely worth it. After 12 years of riding, I finally made it out West and I owe it to my cousin Matt for letting me crash for free wherever we stayed along the way. I definitely couldn't have made a trip like this happen otherwise. Now I have to cope with the fact that I'll be riding in the Poconos the rest of the season. Oh well, that's just motivation for planning the next trip. Thanks for following me via the blog throughout the trip and keep checking for random updates involving skate/snow related happenings and all things enlightening. You may get learned..
Matt's house in South Lake Tahoe.