Day 1

Got up really, really early for the plane ride to San Francisco. Tried to sleep, but that didn't work too well. Anxiety is setting in, due to fears of having room mates. When we actually got to San Francisco though, I thought that it was quite surreal, in that I have always dreamed to come to California and now I had finally arrived. This is definitely the first of many trips to the Bear State. It was so insane to see some of the most famous skate spots in the entire world, most notably EMB or Embarcadero and the pier directly across the streets. Skated on the Golden Gate bridge and bombed a hill in that park, which was hella tight. Also, I dropped my board and it hit a car, but that wasn't a big deal. I don't think the guy found out, but he came out and watched me skate for a while and he himself was a skater. Homeys gotta look out for each other. Later on, we went to Coigt Tower and the view was breath taking. I would have to say my highlight of the day though was either skating in San Fran, not necessarily the spots I was at, but just skating in the birthplace of modern street skating or the view from the plane over a mountain range near Salt Lake City in Utah. That was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.

One of the songs of the day are Young Turks by Rod Stewart. This song has the appropriate tempo for the hectic travel schedule and the surrealness of landing in California. My skating though deserves its own song of the day and I would say Heart Attack Man by the Beastie Boys because I had to get aggressive to bomb that hill and I actually didn't do too much skating, which is similar to the relatively short length of the song.