History - The Wasteland

A painted camel on a crumbling, Jungleland wall.Left behind, was the deteriorating "ghost town" of Jungleland. Structures were the first to go, either being torn down, vandalized, or completely overwhelmed by vegetation. "No Trespassing" signs went up, but the enforcement of this policy faded with time, and with the crumbling of the gates and fences around the property.
The last things to go were what changed everything....
...The old alligator, seal and hippo pools which used to house some of Jungleland's resident creatures still stood. Constructed of various types of concrete and in various shapes and sizes, these "pits from the past" became really all that was left of Jungleland, inter-connected by narrow, decaying asphalt roads and acres of native trees (big oaks) and non-native, "jungle-like" vegetation.
(The following section as remembered by Frank Still, OG Jungleland Tribe Member)
I don't remember the first time that I heard about doing something as "bizarre" as riding skateboards in these things, but it was sometime in the mid-1970s.... probably almost exactly 1975, as I do the math in my head now. I had already been through my brother's old clay-wheel board, and probably even past my first set of ball-bearing Cadillac wheels. I had seen in Skateboarder Magazine, images of people taking their skateboards off of the street, and into the new world of banks, ditches and even swimming pools. I was more than ready to try it, especially when I heard there might be something like it, right in my home town. Steve Holt, ripping "The Peanut Bowl", circa 1975

I think my Dad and I just went there to watch, the first time. There, before our eyes, a few people were actually doing it: skateboarding in what was the only clear bowl at that time, "The Alligator Bowl!" This shallow (1-3 feet deep), free-form-amoeba shaped hardscape was smooth as butter, with flowing, small walls around the sides, a peanut shaped island in the middle, and one, 3 foot, almost vertical wall with a rounded top..... Yes, the transition was VERY quick on that wall, to say the least! About 1/4 of the bowl was filled with a large amount of dirt, which would never be removed. but here it was. The beginning of about 5 years of my life that I will never forget. The unique feeling of this strange, isolated wasteland, yet a skateboarder's paradise, right in the middle of downtown, suburban Thousand Oaks.

A little Jack Russell peers out of "The Dog House", long before we ever mustered the commitment to clear the legendary "Blue Bowl."The next bowl to be cleared was "The Peanut Bowl" or what some called "The Hippo Bowl." This small, peanut-shaped pool also had a severe transition, going from flat to almost vertical in about 4 feet. We all put in a lot of sweat equity, shoveling, sweeping and even bailing water from this thing. I used to hate the rain, because that always meant lots of bailing when skies finally cleared.

Jeff "Scott" Donovan blasting over the deathbox to the top of the Blue Bowl.The next, and last bowl to be cleared was the monster, slightly past vertical, 10 foot deep "Blue Bowl". Pretty sure this is where the seals used to be, back in the Jungleland heyday. We (The OG Jungleland Tribe) had been eyeing this pool for years, saying "someday, we HAVE to clean that out. But man, there was sooooooo much crap in the bottom of that pit. We did not even know if the concrete would be ridable, under all the dirt and debris. but we finally did it, and this is where all of the most "extreme" skateboarding took place. It's where learned and perfected everything, from grinds to aerials.

Now none of these bowls were made for skateboarding, of course.. They were all really hard to ride, and in fact, to skate them well, you really had to be local. I even remember a couple times when pros would come by, after hearing about our little, secret spot. Even though these guys far surpassed our overall talents, every one of them had a very difficult time finding lines and dealing with the harsh transitions. These were OUR BOWLS, BABY! This was OUR PLACE.

The skating scene at Jungleland paralleled other spots being dominated by skaters/surfers in the mid-late 70's, particularly in the Southern California area. A decaying wasteland, an extreme place where localism was alive and well and where only the hard core locals practiced their craft, day after day and by doing so, reaped the rewards.

***Photo Credits for Top Photo Right - Camel wall and Bottom photo right (dog ) used with permission from the News Chronicle Collection, Thousand Oaks Library