West Coast Park

I have always preceived West Coast Park to be an uprooted East Coast Park + a few better equipment. Given that East Coast Park is synonymous with dog poop, used condoms, couples engaging in activities which should really be confined within 4 walls and frequent sightings of adult caucasians perched over tiny skate skooters as they whiz after their children, it was thus no surprise that throwing some structures spasmodically over a pit of coarse sand was still insufficient to tempt me to divert my route there.

Yet, as much as the climbing structures failed to lure me from my mindless pounding on the treadmill, my recent craze with Sasuke (otherwise rephrased here as Ninja Warrior) got me so hyped up over doing an obstacle course (now this term is subjective. I'm not referring to things like the ボヂプロプ. I'm talking about climbing a few ropes here and there) that I ventured to West Coast Park.

I had a companion of course.

And we went through the 'obstacles' together, working our way around the damaged ones by devicing new rules to go along with it. So, the companion decided to cross the bar with the missing net using his arms only. Like this:

Lift yourself up.


Swing.
Swing higher.


Flip!

Fall.

The companion brought his frisbee along, and as he tossed them around with some new found friends, I did some core stablising work with this:

Planks propped up by springs are perfectly fine. Ropes, on the other hand, even if they were thick, proved much of a harder challenge.

Fortunately for me I did not see any of the undesirable scenes mentioned in the opening paragraph. Ah, West Coast Park, I will be back some day.