
The author, as a young skate punk, circa 1985 (note the Mike McGill shirt)
I’m going to address this post to the parents of skateboarders (and kids who skate). I’m 37 and I have two kids of my own. When I was growing up in the mid-late ’80s, I found skateboarding when it had its second resurgence. This was when legends like Tony Hawk, Steve Caballero, Lance Mountain and Mark Gonzales (to name a few) first made their marks in the world. I skated everywhere, on my giant deck with giant wheels, giant trucks and side rails and myriad accessories meant to keep the wood from getting damaged. I think skateboards weighed about as much as a Geo Metro back then.
Yet, somehow, skateboarders were able to make them do amazing things. Yes, skateboarding has advanced a lot since then (and yes, I have the vinyl version of the album made by the band in that video). Skateboarders are quite resourceful in that way. They look at things differently than the rest of us do. Where we see a loading dock, they see an opportunity to briefly feel the sensation of flying through the air. Where we see a stairway or park bench, they see a street skate park. Where we see a section of banked concrete, they see a quarter pipe ready to help them launch into the air.

An example of what we had to work with.
And therein lies the issue: As long as we fail to provide legal, relevant and worthwhile skate terrain for these kids, they will use your stairways, loading docks and park benches for their needs. They aren’t going to stop skating, you see. It’s like asking a golfer to turn in his clubs—I mean, imagine if someone told you you couldn’t golf on a course, but could only golf in your back yard? Even worse if you live in a condo.
As I mentioned, skateboarders are resourceful. It’s not born of ignorance to the law, disregard for personal property or disrespect. It’s a need and as long as there is a need and no outlet for that need, the kids will seek other options on their own. Most of time, they don’t even know they are doing something wrong (they’re kids, remember?). They just want to skate.
So let me back up here: When I was a kid in Bellingham, WA, we had absolutely no skateparks. Skateboarders were not nearly as socially accepted as they are now. We had to build our own ramps, beg our parents to drive us two hours up to the North Vancouver (Canada, B.C.) Griffin skatepark once in awhile and we had to make our own places to skate. This meant loading docks, parks, Western Washington University campus (until security chased us out) and a bevvy of other guerrilla skate spots we managed to scare up around town.
We rallied to get the city to build a skatepark, attending city hall meetings with our parents, but they would not avail due to insurance concerns. When Burnside skatepark was built under the radar (and literally under the east side of the Burnside bridge) in Portland and suddenly proven as a success, people slowly began to change their perceptions about skateparks and now they are very commonplace. It’s proven that it keeps these kids out of trouble, they help police the parks themselves from graffiti and trash and it is a safe place for the kids to hang out and get exercise. Skateboarding is pretty mainstream these days, which is great for the kids.
However, if you have a skatepark that is not meeting the needs of the skaters, you might as well not have one. And that, my friends, is why this site exists. Parents: If you want to give your kids a safe place to skate, somewhere where they won’t get in trouble for doing what they will do anyway, then you need to support this project. Talk to your friends, write letters, donate time and money—do something. This isn’t for some 37 year old guy trying to re-live his past, its for the kids. And, being in a small town area like Camas and Washougal, it seems like we all share one common belief in family and our children.
If you would like to help out, please get in touch using the contact form on this site and we’ll keep you informed of new developments as they arise. Who knows? Maybe one day, you’ll see this 37 year old guy, carving around and dodging kids with a silly grin on his face.
-Bret