Weekend trip pt.2

 Hi guys :) Glad to see some of you back from reading pt.1 of my weekend trip. Now since you’re here, let me finish telling you what went down on my trip to Barstow. 

The drive to Barstow was very quick and easy.  Our group stopped on the way to grab snacks and camping gear from Walmart and then started heading towards the festival. When we got to the festival, we were welcomed by many punk and metal lovers as well as some skateboarders we knew from Las Vegas. The festival itself was quite the experience for someone who has never been to a punk show. The bands that performed at the festival played loud, mean, and wild. I enjoyed meeting a lot of the listeners at the event since they all were very down to earth and had many crazy stories to share. 

My favorite part of the festival was the skateboarding that was going down on the side of the stage where the bands played. There was a pump track and an empty pool that many of the guests were skating in. My friends managed to grab a photo and video of me riding into the deep side of the empty pool on my skateboard. 

For hours at a time, my friends and I would go back and forth between watching bands play and skateboarding. Everything was going really well... up until I slammed my face really hard onto the concrete from skateboarding. Long story short, someone’s child was right in the middle of the pump track that everyone was skating through. I was skating really fast through the track until I noticed the child right in the middle of my path. To avoid hitting this child at full speed, I attempted to stop my board completely. Things got ugly fast when in a blink of an eye, my board slipped out beneath my feet and I slipped backwards, smacking my right cheekbone into the concrete. For a moment, I was in shock that I might’ve broken my cheekbone. Instantly I could feel the swelling of my cheekbone resemble that of a golf ball and the bruises started taking form all around my cheek and eye area. After a while, the swelling finally calmed down and I was only left with what looked like a black eye. Luckily, the child was not harmed at all during the sequence of events and I was only left with a bruise instead of a break. Here’s a small picture of the aftermath a few hours later. 

The bands stopped playing at 10pm and those who decided to stay overnight had started to break out their tents. My friends started a fire pit and we all chatted over the flames until we fell asleep. The next day, we started packing up our equipment and began saying our final goodbyes to everyone before making our way towards Las Vegas.

Now my question to you guys: What was your most memorable trip?