So we, Marshall and myself, left Friday after work and drove to Cherokee, NC picking up James en route in Greensboro. Plan was to head to Cherokee to check out the new Artisan park Saturday morning and head into Asheville after to hit up Thrashville in the afternoon.Got to Cherokee, went to the park to see if it was sleepable, and indeed, there was a nice grassy area above the big bowl that would sleep nicely.
Headed to the casino to see what all the hoopla was, and I still have no idea. So depressing, no live dealers, just acres of computer slots and neon lights. No photos of that, still gotta get the film developed in the T4 as the the standard rig was a bit too obvious. After a couple of cheapish drinks and some terrible karaoke that made the trip worthwhile, nothing like a tone deaf rendition of Shania Twain to end the night, we went back to the park and crawled into our sleeping bags in the damp grass. Just cool enough to sleep in the bag.
In about an hour the cops showed up, and after a bit of back and forth about there being no empty hotels for us to sleep at, he walked off with a “don’t mess nothin’ up” farewell and headed off. We slept, only woken once by a teenage couple yelling and falling down in the dark of the bowls. 7:30 rolled around, we got up and were skating by 8:15 after some BK coffee, thanks Marshall.
James killed it as usual (see the tail slide and smith grind above for evidence)
After a quick dip in the river we headed to Asheville, where to be honest, I spent the whole time skating and not shooting photos at Thrashville. Sometimes you just gotta do it. If you know someone, you better ask them, that place is amazing.
Thanks for the hospitality to everyone at Thrashville and to the Cherokee police department for letting us rest in peace.