March 5, 2008

Running from the wind.

Once again Newport just wasn't the place to be. This time due to the evil bloody south wind that haunts our land from time to time. There are places more protected than our dear city.We went to a secret place to frolic with sea creatures and slash glassy sassy waves.
Hoyer did a backside air but it wasn't big enough,
So he did another one.
Skull reflection.
Man among beast.
Straight up from down south.
Inside spinners.
Varials over the elderly.
Popp came and crack a few cold ones.
Popp swings both ways.

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