A few quick lines from day 3 to tide you over. Stay tuned for the full recap edit dropping soon.

It’s the little things that really make you appreciate each day here at the Holy Bowly. For example, after noticing that many riders were hitting the bank off the side of the pipe on the way to the main setup Holy Bowly creator, Krush Kulesza, worked with the Park City park crew led by Jeremy Cooper to carve some extra transition into the spot. This seemingly small detail allowed riders to better air, slash, and plant the bank, showing that there isn’t much that goes overlooked when it comes to maintaining the course.

Then there’s subtle things in the riding—Chris Roach’s frontside 360 indy poke over the deck out of the main bowl, oozing with style that has aged little in the 20 years since his hay day. Just minutes before Jamie Lynn blasted a frontside 360 into his signature method over the bottom boob. Somewhere in the mix Mike Rav popped a quick 180 pumped through a corner and into a switch backside 540 off the right hip. Riders followed each other into the better defined lines with crews like Bryan Fox, Tim Eddy, Knut Eliassen, Griffin Siebert, and Alex Yoder forming a high-speed conga line that wound down the course.

These moments were met with an uptick in tricks and airs from yesterday as Blake Paul tossed frontside 720s over the hip, Zander Blackmon followed with a frontside rodeo and Zac Marben dumped over a backside rodeo. Meanwhile, Austin Hironaka took the long way over everything, clearing the deck out of the bowl on either side of the drainage pipe and Ted Borland popped off said deck to catch a sliver of tranny.

When the riding wrapped up, Seth Huot’s old band Seven Grand reunited to play in the Park City parking lot. Like a soundtrack ripped straight from a mid-90s Mack Dawg movie the trio belted out punky songs as Jamie Lynn stood front and center, soaking it all in. Then it was Jamie’s turn to entertain the crowd. He and Wes Makepeace strummed their brand of dirty rock for fellow Holy Bowlers as the sun sank west, casting deep shadows across the freshly raked course.

Sam Taxwood. PHOTO: Andy Wright

Sam Taxwood. PHOTO: Andy Wright