Pala – Ultimate Sessions

Eatin Crow
Every once in a while the raddest things happen out of nowhere. The day my bro Rene dragged me about 120 miles to skate this bowl turned out to be one of them.

Every once in a while the raddest things happen out of nowhere. The day my bro Rene dragged me about 120 miles to skate this bowl turned out to be one of them. We didn’t expect anything too outrageous to happen but it did.

The whole day seemed ominous as we chased the incoming clouds bringing rain from the north. Road reports ahead were ‘dry’ and reports from behind were ‘raining’. We pushed on under the big grey umbrella just hoping we could out pace it.

After a full days journey we got to the bowl and through the fence we saw a lot of people in the bowl. Cars in the parking lot indicated we had a full session in progress. It was standing room only in the shallow as every inch of ridable space gets used in this pool. The line to ride went up the steps and onto the deck!

We were greeted by Master of Ceremonies Billy D., and some loud barking grinds in the deepend. Further inspection of the pool crew showed my homeboys from Sacrifice were nearly all in attendance. Peacock brought out a few more heads as he was on a journey from Fresno. Real Skaters from all over showed up at the same time for the same thing and all I can say is ‘it went down smooth as butter’.

The session was already going wild before the Demon (Damon) took some hefty slams rolling in. He raised the anti and the other rippers stepped up to the table and continued to throw down some insane moves in this pool. Brewski’s were flying about as fast as Seff Nietos ripping every wall at Mach 10. It was unbelievable how well the whole session clicked. No-one got anything but positive vibrations.

As the grey clouds gave way to night, some deathbox bowling ensued. Knock over some beer cans on the coping over the box. Try to get them all. It was a fun way to bring everyone back down from the rush of a killer session. It’s too bad the bumps and bruises had mounted so badly.

As we packed up the car and exchanged necessary info between parties it was dark. Most of us decided to head to the local pizza place for some beers and food. We’d no sooner gotten to the highway than the rain began to drop. I think God must love skaters!