You'd be amazed about how word gets out to skateboarders, BMX bikers, rollerbladers, etc.
When I lived in Malibu, there was a burned down house just above me, and I lived on a private drive on a bluff. The only way you could get to this property was drive a up a private, unmarked road, park where I lived, then climb over the gate and hike up the hill. Once there, you could see the old foundation and the shell of a pool.
One day, I noticed a bunch of kids up on that property and realized they were skateboarders skating in the pool. They started to show up at different times and their numbers quickly grew. Ultimately, the people on the other side must have complained because the cops came and chased them off.
How they got to it or even knew it was there still mystifies me. Just shows how much people will go through to have something like that all to themselves.
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