Thrasher Magazine

Robby caught a bee sting straight off the bat.

Big Rob remedied the situation.

Take-charge kind of person.

Shaken, but ultimately ok.

Straight to it.




Div dips the stairs.

Here we go.

Must be nice.


Speaking of, Rob came up on a new garment.

The next pool had a moisture issue.

Div slipped into the drink, ruining his new shoes. Thus he took lead on the bucketing. This was towards the end.

Separated at birth?

Well-greased machine.

It really was kind of grueling there for a second.

An hour later - bone dry.

But Div had hit the wall.

The hard science of shallow.

Disaster.

Twack!


Div caught a second wind.

'What else?'

Body jar.

Quite a team.

the dreaded frontal tap

One more weird one before dark.






Hey. That's more like it!