Tags: bridge jump, camping, carbondale, colorado, colorado river, grand junction, i70, jeremy spira, rifle, rollerblading, rolling, the colorado road trip 2011
From the deserted lands of Colorado, greetings y’all. Day two stacks as another banger for the books. As you can imagine the day started much slower. With the combination of 90+degree heat and lack of sleep from excessive campfire blader bonding the day moved slowly for some and for others it barely moved at all. Kicking it off around noon at Carbondale Skatepark, the scene seemed quite desolate as many of the attendees hugged to the shadows beneath the canopy. Others who could bare the heat in short cycles made their way over the broken-down pavement as each rider attempted to top the previous hit on the wall ride. At the same time 360 spins to topsides atop the cracked ledge on the opposite end of the park seemed to keep interest for those still closely huddled to their warming beers and shaded seats. After only a short while the decision was made to continue the journey onwards to an old bridge hanging above the Colorado River.
Article by Dave Bloom
Following the short journey to the choice destination of the day people quickly piled to the edge as one after another the water became littered with sweaty, tired, and broken down rollerbladers clinging to their shorts. The scene looked something out of an old 70s movie as the vibe carried a brotherhood with bladers enjoying each other’s company in the shaded sand on the side of the moving current. After a few hours of laughs and beers it was onto the next stop.
Rifle, a town most would drive through, housed sixty hot and tired rollerbladers, all crammed into a rather small park just around the corner from a drug testing facility… Irony. Just about everyone quickly strapped into their helmet due to the local scare of police ticketing riders who didn’t comply with the rule. Seemingly, most rollerbladers would not care, but previous tickets draw in much of the fear. After a short while most decided they would rather cling to more shade and get into the local public pool. But, even with the intense heat a small handful stuck it out for what was one of the most heated sessions on the trip so far. This quite possibly may have been the point in which the most hammers were dropped. One after another riders slugged it out to top anything that was thrown. It was pretty awesome to watch.
Finally, as the day wound down riders ditched the spot to fill their stomachs and head off to the campsite. It all went deep into the night with more bonfire celebration and the brotherhood howled into the night. No really, everyone was howling. So, until next time, shred life and stay true.
Soon.
only one photo???