...Ojai

*The photos for this post have been lost, but I couldn't delete this story that went with them*.

Lately it seems that everywhere that we go, somebody is already there, ready to kick us out. This weekend was no exception.

Drove out to Carp area to skate a nine stair rail, but someone had parked their jeep in just the wrong spot. Off to 'The Oil Fields'... After a lot of phone calls and jokes about meth labs, we found some secret skate spot, a creepy teady bear, a lot of graffiti, a nice gap and a pissed off guy.


I have no idea.

The Secret Skatepark... littered with broken light bulbs.

Filming.

The only skate photo from the whole trip.

...Taken while running.

I hope I made this guy realize how shitty his life is... or hope he at least finds out that he is a subject on my blog. His official job title is Manager of an abandoned oil field. This guy followed us while we walked all around this park, making sure we didn't ruin anything... until we split up and ducked down behind some giant domes.

After playing hide-n-go seak for awhile, we made it back to the car... without my board. Philly and I ran all the way back through this desolate place dodging his fork lift and poor attitude the whole way to successfully rescue my board.


Skate this place on Sundays to avoid any trouble, and be sure to eat at Maggie's... or is it's Margie's... either way, the food their is delicious and they take it very easy on the prices.

Rainbow Ledges

Naked.

By the time we get to this spot, everyone just wants to go home or go swimming. 90 something degrees in where ever we are, maybe still Calabasas, I don't know. I wasn't in the mood to take pictures.

Only 25 Minutes Away.