Prism Skate Co. - Return

With the smell of fresh asphalt still in their noses and the memories still playing in their heads the Recon crew went back home to tell of what they had seen. Rumors turning true, the road was a perfect vision of serpentine asphalt winding through granite pillars and down mountainsides like a frozen waterfall of pure black. With summer halfway over and winter in sight the boys prepared for what would be the second part; the return. This time they would take every rider they could, the best filmers and photographer, a cooler with a week’s worth of food and beer, and return to the place that started this story. It did not pass on them that they would be returning to a place the crew had been before. But with new asphalt on the road and fresh faces in the car, repetition was not possible. You can return to something, but that doesn’t mean it will be the same when you get there.