MORGAN GHAN BRIDGEBOUND AND BLESSED

Marin County—just across the bridge from San Francisco, but a world apart. It’s birthed a handful of great skaters—some names you know, most you never will. Underground pool fiends, hill-bombing lunatics, a stray modern street dog here and there. The scene stayed hidden, half by accident, half by design. Some didn’t make it through the grinder. Some just drifted off, chasing other ghosts.

Morgan lived near me, so I had a front-row seat to his evolution—on and off the board. But really, we were just skate rats chasing pavement and adrenaline, same as always. No sponsors, no structure. Just the itch.

This moment—this exact moment—happened on a casual drive from Marin to the city. One of those surreal, fate-laced exchanges where we looked at each other mid-highway and said, “You got your board? You got your camera?” at the same damn time. The bridge loomed. The mission was clear: get out, get in there, get the shot, get out.

I remember the sound of the shutter as clearly as I remember the air—heavy with fog and possibility. I knew that frame would hit like lightning. Right place, right time, right lunatic. A once-in-a-lifetime moment. Kissed on the lens by the photo gods.

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