PHOTO: IAN COLLINS
Rock is rare in Santa Cruz, California. We’ve got Redwoods, perfect soil and even roots but true slabs are hard to find.
Regardless, Simon Silver and I can’t help but sniff out lurking lines. After getting skunked by a misleading nearby line, we stumbled across this sleeping beauty: a loamy chute bisecting a steep rock uplift, covered in majestic greenery.
The runout wasn’t OSHA-approved but I suggested it anyway and Silver teed it up without hesitation.
We still haven’t found any rideable slabs but this is as close as we’ve come—steep dirt naturally waterfalling through Santa Cruz’s version of rock. We’ll take it.
Thankfully, since the soil naturally benched its way into the rock’s crevice, no moss was harmed in the making of this moment.