Snow covered the nearby mountains. Mt. Baldy loomed in the distance. The spillway knifed through a canyon somewhere to our left… We wouldn’t be walking up to the big pipe today. We had things to do. Shawn & Gopa were driving up from Escondido. Kevin Burke was enroute. We wanted to get into some backyard pools. The morning was still cold as I approached the Blue Haven egg pool. We’d been there before. It has been ridden off and on over the last two decades. I knocked and received the nod. “Go ahead… there’s quite a bit of water in there though. Did you bring a pump?” Not only did I have a pump, but the damn thing is sixty-six pounds of pool draining fury. Two hundred and fifty gallons a minute. Water doesn’t stay in a pool for very long when we are around. We put ourselves into busy mode and a short time later, things were clean and water-free.
Problem: the shady part of the pool wouldn’t dry. It was too slick. We tried my leaf blower and towels to no avail. We decided to venture out and check on a few possible pools around town. We’d come back later. We knocked at a few doors, left a note and a short time later, the phone rang. “Hey, did you just leave a note on my front porch?” I replied that I most certainly had and that I’d like to come by again and talk with him about skating the pool. “Come by. I’m here.” We drove over. The guy was cool. He listened to my story and showed me the pool.
Blue Haven. Rossmore kidney. It looked promising. We came to an agreement and soon left. We hit a few old favorites and returned to the egg. It was dry and big and fast. We like them that way. As the sun dropped and the temperature followed, Shawn, Gopa, KB and I put our wheels on plaster and all was absolutely right in the world.
Thank you to the owners and thank you to the crew. Skate- Ozzie