Bowl sessions together forever
The first day of fall began like any other.
We woke in the dark, moved in the dark, and dressed in the dark.
We weren’t home so we traded making coffee and reading as the sun comes up for walks to the lighthouse at dawn, stopping by Verve, our favorite East Side roaster, on the way.
We sat in our spot, talked, watched the bay come to life and the marine layer burn away as we emptied our cups.
This was our clock.
Empty cups and more glow in the sky meant the kids should be stirring back at the house.
Proof of a good yesterday.
There were signs of life: bathroom doors open with the lights left on, random explosions of Tik-Tok audio coming from the loft, and new dishes on the kitchen counter, but everyone was still in their beds.
After a quick check-in with mom about the day, they were moving and we were rolling down the street to the skatepark for a few late morning laps.
Our last train as bachelors together.
An empty skatepark is a dream most days.
The two of us, maybe a few friends, or even couple strangers there to rip–anytime the skatepark hasn’t morphed into a daycare-that’s the best.
Lucky us, this day could’ve been chaos.
The 50th anniversary jam for Santa Cruz Skateboards was going down in a few hours, but the park was empty and mellow.
Ramp sessions were scarce leading up to the trip so we avoided the temptation to ride everything, opting instead to groove in the same lines again and again, going faster, higher, leaning more each turn.
Pitted, so pitted.
Sweaty and happy, we called it before the crowd showed up, scooped up the kids, and headed to a cave in the ocean to tie the knot.
