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It’s Not a Secret

 


It’s not a secret. But it isn’t exactly front page news, either.

Where I usually learn about upcoming county special events:

  • County Executive FB account
  • HoCoGov FB account
  • Local FB events page
  • Instagram accounts of the above
  • Local media 
Where I learned about the opening tomorrow of a new skatepark facility at Blandair:
I finally broke down and searched the County website. Here it is:





If you look carefully you’ll see that this isn’t just about skateboarding. Phase 6 also includes pickleball courts and (long-awaited) basketball courts.

I would have mentioned this earlier but I was looking for confirmation from an official source. 

Rec and Parks has a ton going on this time of year - - just check out their Instagram. The skate park opening at Blandair may not be at the top of their list for social media publicity, I get that. But, for HoCoLocals who are serious about skateboarding, believe me: this is a big deal. 

And this guy still wants to know about bikes.




I’m waiting for the usual types to come out of the wooodwork to complain either that 1) skateparks attract a “bad element” or 2) it’s unfair that my side of town gets a new amenity. Any bets on what we see first?

Are you or have you ever been into skateboarding? I’m curious about the HoCoLocal skateboarding scene. 



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