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OJO Montreal


”On our first day in Marquette there was a ton of snow and features scattered throughout the town. We went to three spots and got kicked out within ten minutes at all of them. As a last resort, we ended up having a session on this wallie to drop feature. It was pretty cool and everyone landed some stuff. The in-run to it was an odd little lot between houses, and it was natural speed and wasn’t on anyone’s property so it seemed perfect...until we started shoveling. Apparently the lady in the house next to it had been letting her dogs use that lot as a litterbox, and there were stinky dog turds hidden everywhere under the snow like rancid landmines. Our lip to the thing probably had about a week of Iams all-natural leftovers built in. It was a literal shit show, but once we got over the smell and we’d made a safe passage up to the drop-in, it wasn’t so bad…until one time I was shoveling and afterwards went to wipe my runny nose (because it was really cold) and I got dogshit stuck in my left nostril. I was freaking out and everyone was laughing at me, but I couldn’t get it out. I ate Mexican that night and during my whole meal all I could think about was that doggy doo-doo smell.“


Spencer Schubert on his trip to Michigan. To read the full story and other Foreword stories pick up a copy of the Foreword Special Issue, included for free in our November Issue

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