60 ThrasherT
he summer scent of Coppertone wafting through
the air, a lonely Band-Aid floating gently by, the
delighted screams of children sliding down
fiberglass chutes, plunging into blue pools below—to
the average asshole, this is what comes to mind when
envisioning a water park. But to a skateboarder—scaling
chain-link fences, precariously climbing over razor wire,
hiding from cops and security guards, watching our friends
dive headfirst into drained tanks—that’s what pops into our
heads. H2O is our common enemy and a bone-dry water
park must be skated at all costs. So when we saw that Wet ‘n’
Wild Palm Springs had been drained, we damn sure barged
it for a sunset session! Who in the hell would have guessed
that our renegade mission would end with us catching some
carves with one of the new co-owners of the park?It ain’t wet but it’s definitely wild!
Chris Gregson teeters on the edge
with a bluntslide—gnar factor 11