Without Monk, there’d be no such thing as a good skatepark. Find one of his creations today, admire its beauty, and roll around it.
RIP Monk 1970-2018
rain on steel buildings drench
drops glisten down to the trench
most live-able city a yesterday this was
but never got over too much buzz
structures rise with the cost
all day rush hour spews exhaust
former citizens losing out on rents
new real estate is side-street tents
shops once shining with character and class
replaced with premium priced residential glass
i’m counting the days in sorrow and pain
till pike place crashes for a real estate gain
“seattle freeze” blamed on local lore
fails to see no locals here no more
rugged bark reaches from the ground
from where its roots built a mound
wind sweeps its limbs in a loud breeze
towering above all other trees
maples alders and cedars
bow to the mighty douglas firs
high above birds find their nests to lay
and a place to swoop down from upon their pray
lining up trunk to trunk like the needles on their branches
from the sky they billow deep green ranches
from below forming pitch dark jungles of moss
yet when lightning strikes the whole jungle can be lost
roars of pine fashioning a forest of fire
leaving all below in an endless ash mire
Here are some skate clips I’ve taken over the last couple years at Roxhill Skatepark and Marginal Way skatepark. Skaters are @androflipgod, myself, Adam and Hector of Marginal, and Beau and Matt of Roxhill:
it always seems like it never snows in seattle, but it actually does almost every year, for like a day, or at least an overnight dusting.
we homegrown seattleites know folks from eastern washington, eastern oregon, idaho, and montana laugh at us and say, “that’s not snow.”
like when you meet those folks at work in the morning, the ones that get in earlier when it snows, laughing to themselves, getting to work early just to greet you, when you walk in the office wet, breathing fog, just to be able to say to you “what took you so long?” …. as you pregnant pause, then finally give in, and admit the snowy roads made you a little extra cautious, and the commute took longer than you expected (of course it did, because YOU don’t know how to drive in the snow).
well, when i was a kid (over 3 and a half decades ago, ugh), it seemed to snow here pretty hard and consistently every year. not as much as the eastern part of the northwest, but enough to get me stoked, when in the AM (right after starblazers on channel 11), the AM radio announcer would do the role call through the list of schools who got out of school because the roads WERE ACTUALLY TOO DANGEROUS to drive on back then. especially the windy ones down to issaquah from pine lake, where the suburban sprawl was farmland.
the poor kids in the banana belt never caught a break back then, like some of the seattle kids did this year. yeah seattle kids, i might be an old ass man, but i noticed you got a snow day already this year, before christmas. i secretly got stoked for you, even though i can still pretend to roll and role with the other oldies, and hate on snow for its dangerous annoyance in the streets.
if you’ve been feeling like an immigrant, or a refugee, at your home in seattle, and are sick of being an outsider, AND saw the snow on the ground yesterday (1/1/2017), well now you can finally call yourself a local. that’s what it takes to call yourself a local in seattle: one good snow story. and now there’s new meaning to the “seattle freeze.”
yes, even if you’re from california or new york, and everyone blames you for mean people and shitty traffic. you can call yourself a local if you get mail here, or live on your girlfriend’s couch, and have witnessed snow on the ground. bonus points for actually going out in it. double bonus points for going out and having fun in it. triple points for commuting to work in it.
yes, even if you’re an east indian who keeps getting blamed for amazon campus, and suburban district condo sprawl. if this is your first sight of snow, you are most definitely a local now. if not, double points for being able to quote snow from a previous year. triple points for a backhand sarcastic comment like, “ever hear of the ganges or the himalayas?”
the snow storm of 1991 was probably one of my favorites. i was well quipped in driving my first car, a white, 1983 subaru brat (go figure), and lived on the 7th floor of the Bay Vista Tower (2nd and Broad). although, that fun quickly ended when i was doing doughnuts in the tower records parking lot (now qfc tower), and hit a curb hiding in the SUPER SUPER DEEPEST SNOW EVVERRR.
after that ordeal, messing up my 4×4 brat in snowmageddon ’91 (quit laughing eastern northwest), i had to walk around seattle to get my kicks. good thing too… for i got to witness and take part in sledding down denny avenue on box spring mattresses, cardboard, and whatever else was laying around curbside pickup. someone was smart enough to pull one of those mattresses out (it was probably some san franciscan punk rocker with experience (capitol hill before amazon wasn’t so “little bellevue,” just old money, punks and gays back in the day)). i was too chicken to ride that, but it struck me as hella cool (i’m not worthy). those dudes were hauling ass down denny ave on capitol hill, and by the time they hit the I5 overpass, they hauled ass even moreso, as they descended to cross stewart st..
not a fear in the world on that racing, screaming box spring mattress, because there were no cars on the roads; they were caked with snow and ice. that was before snow plows were really a thing in downtown seattle. i think we had one or two, but they were probably too busy cleaning up counterbalance on queen anne hill.
happy snow day, yesterday. go hawks!
that reminds me, speaking of snow, like snow on astroturf… one other thing that makes you a local: when you get really excited about the seahawks or mariners doing really well the whole season, then choking right at the end. a choke that keeps them out of the playoffs, or right before the end of the playoffs, for some off reason… like not utilizing beastmode when it could’ve won the superbowl.
now THAT’s a plain as day, normal, local seattleite experience. THAT’S what being a seattlelite is all about. not just guilt, regret, and embarassment, but major disappointment that gets you tail spun in a good hard depression to match the clouds in the sky, and the tailpipe smog laden snow on the side of the road.
YES!! ANOTHER 24 HOUR DINER IN SEATTLE: The North Star Diner!! (87th and Greenwood, next to Safeway) You can never have too many 24 Hour diners. This one is the newest gem. These guys took a run down sketchy Chinese Karaoke Restaurant, and turned it into a 24 Hour diner for all ages on one side, and a Bar with Awesome karaoke on the other side. I had the Little Dipper, but promise to get the Steak and Prawns next time.
When ATS first opened, the old guys griped about there not being a mini in the layout. Now there is! Winter shred sessions are a go!
The funny story is I was one of those old guys, but could not resist going to ATS, despite the fact there was only street skating to be had. There aren’t a lot of dry, lit places in Seattle during the Winter months… let alone warm. Anyway, after hitting mini-less ATS for a while, and moving right down the street from Roxhill skatepark last Summer, I like the street more than the mini, and don’t care so much anymore.
Nearly everywhere in Seattle there’s a great view of Mt. Rainier towering over the southern horizon. And every time you fly into or out of Seattle, you get a breath taking birds eye view of it. Here are a couple shots I took from a recent flight.
An even better view, if you’re into snow sports, is the view from Crystal Mountain Ski Resort, which is butted up pretty much right next to the volcano. Sometimes it’s hard to catch it on a sunny day though.