It’s been one hell of a winter. The city has been swaddled in a blanket of the white stuff for the last couple of months, and February was the snowiest month in New York since 1869! Last weekend the gods gave us a brief reprieve which made me long to go on another pilgrimage to Pennsylvania's secret full-pipe in the sky.
A friend of mine lives in central PA and had heard whispers about a skateable full-pipe in an abandoned factory near his place. Now, I realize that a full-pipe in an old factory isn’t exactly jump-up-off-the-shitter news, but this one was supposedly elevated about 20 feet above ground. So one day last summer we piled in his old Dodge Voyager and with the help of a couple friendly locals, found our Shangri-La. Holy shit. If it had been a cloudy day it would have been a tableau right out of a Frank Miller comic. As it stood, however, with the sun and the trees surrounding it, it had more of an industrial Swiss Family Robinson/rust-belt Ewok Village vibe.
After hopping a couple of fences and climbing a crumbling ladder we made it inside. Plumes of dust flew into our nostrils with every step we took. Luckily, we'd thought to bring an industrial broom and were able to get the place pretty well cleaned up, or at least clean enough to skate (even though a week afterward I was still blowing black tar-snot out of my nose). Anywho, here are a few pictures of the closest full-pipe to heaven.