AUTUMN: The North Shore
We went to Beverly, MA a few weeks ago before October’s record snow-fall. Skating walks of worn bricks and gnarled roots, the weekend was less about landing stuff and more about finding a feel for things – at least that’s my excuse. Sometimes when you’re not on a smooth manicured sidewalk or stair, your senses seem to open to the cracks and swells. Skating kind of becomes an intricate engagement with the body and texture of the terrain; at points you feel almost like you’re hiking as you work over rockiness and track through the juts and crevices of narrowly paved ways.