Having had a solid day of skating and had just packed our bellies with fried chicken we arrived in Little Rock in good spirits. We got a good night's sleep, and started the day at a small gap into a bank. We warmed up quick and proceeded to an amazing brick bank spot. We got a solid hour in before a concerned citizen requested the local authorities' involvement. We decided to play it safe and check out a DIY park Randy had read about. Joe got punny on the nipple and everyone skated well despite the merciless midday sun. Herbert and Gabe had leave to head back to St. Louis, so Joe Jackson hopped in the van with the rest of us. We changed clothes in near public view and scarfed some Pizza. And then we drove for nine hours to San Antonio.
