This fence is clearly sub-par.
Manuals pads meet Q-Bert.
Everything was a little too close together, yet flow-worthy nonetheless.
Sick 5-stair in the middle.
Even complete with nice benches for the moms/Betty's.
Untainted.
Approval.
This island contraption was just begging for a front five.
I tried to get a better photo and ended up diving head-first 8 feet to flat. It's cool, my wrist and knee were there to break the fall.
Art?
John was so hyped on the session he had to call all the homies.
Afterward this place was obligatory for a carne asada four-way with potatoes.
And after Maggies I had to drop one of these.
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