Thrasher Magazine

Ishod got tired of waiting for everyone to get in the van one morning and went off on a solo mish down the street from the hotel.

 
By the time I caught up high fives were already being handed out.

Boss toss

This was the hardflip.

The varial heel landed with an atomic boom!

And all before he'd had his toast.

Minutes later, on the side of the hotel ...

And yes, that's snot.

And then out back.

Frost arrives, wants a piece.

Feelsies.

Stay down, Frost!

They might've all still been drunk, to tell you the truth.

Cory's in!

Synchronicity of stoke. This wave's never flat!

Yes!

Eggs would have to wait as downtown got attacked. Third-story nosedrive!

Ishod dove into the bushes first thing.

It was super slick.

Never stop miller flipping!

And then the kickflip.

Getting yelled at by security guards across the street. What?!

Regrouped at Grant's. The Makas pack it up.

A-buzz with excitement for the adventures ahead.

Last-minute arrangements.

Nasty cuss, Graham Bickerstaff, unable to attend due to prior obligations. He would be missed.

And away we go.