Bush Pilot Biking :: Trip Log

Die Rasenmaher - Day 5

2006-09-20T11:53:00.000-07:00

Ahh Squamish. Rainy Squamish.

Well, we gave it a shot, but it was REALLY wet.

Still fun, but REALLY wet.

Die Rasenmaher - Day 4

2006-09-19T11:40:00.000-07:00

Back to Whistler. We had hoped to get up Rainbow today, but I wasn't really willing to go unless t was sunny, and it most definitely was NOT sunny up there today. Full on massive black clouds sitting right on the landing zone. Oh well, lets go session A River Runs Through it.

One nice thing about the overcast was great light in the woods. Here's Karen showing her professional side. She and Holger ALWAYS get the good shots.

The lovely Sabine from Austria.

I think you've already met Nadine. Yeah, surrounded by blonde lovelies. Sometimes I hate my job....

Look, another one! (Hi Linda)

Then a bit of sun came out, so it was time to play with the motion blur.

The colours were so rich. It's that time of year when summer is over, but it isn't quite fall yet.

This one is supa cool. I love the happy accidents.

Here's the famous log bridge crossing (the same one that took out Oscar from Florida). I was really trying to get a sunburst effect without blurring, but no dice. These two shots are the best of a bad bunch.

Then back to the bush to session some skinnies. Ralph stomps a teeter.

I wonder what Holger thought he was going to do by spotting. Probably get squished. Rob J. isn't too worried, as he's a moderatley famous freerider in Europe. If you saw the 2007 Marzocchi article in Decline, you've seen Rob J before.

Round and round she goes.....

Fun with the drawbridge. I think we got more than half the crew over this one.

Unfortunately, my knee (which will never be the same after the Epic) chose this moment to go sideways on me, so I wasn't able to go down to Trainwreck for the next stage, but maybe tomorrow it'll be OK. I think a big sushi feed tonight will make it all better....

Die Rasenmaher - Day 3

2006-09-18T11:25:00.000-07:00

This is more my speed. Off piste and up to Pemberton. I haven't ridden in Pemby in many years, but luckily I have my trusty assistants to help me. We started the day with PhD on the way there, which was a bit steep for some of the crew.

Hey, at least the weather was familiar for the Germans. Herbert was telling me about how they went to the Porte du Soleil (that's like Sun Valley in French) and it rained for the whole tour.

Some of the guys brought their girlfriends over for the tour, and they hadn't really ridden before. Nothing like hardcore BC steeps to get you into the game, eh?

Full marks to the girls for going for it, even if they screamed a bit from time to time. Did you know that the German word for EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!! is EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!? Nadine taought me that.

Andrea was actually really good at this stuff, she just didnt have the experience to know what was going to happen.

Herbert has all the experience, and kept getting sucked in by all the young frauliens going for it.

Nadine on the classic Grumpy Grouse outcrop.

Galinder was into it as well.

More from the lovely Nadine.

To end the day Seb took us out of town to another trail called Resurrectum (trail name of the year, oh yeah). It was quite the shuttle up. We had to unload the van at one point just to get up the road. Totally worth it, and the look of fear on Karens face was worth all the rain we had.

Like all Pemby trails, it was a long way up and a short ride down, but unlike most other trails around here, it has good flow and fun floaty airs on it.

Of course, it was too dark to get any good shots, but hey, we were riding bikes, not having a picnic.

Die Rasenmaher - Day 2

2006-09-16T11:21:00.000-07:00

Another day inthe bike park, and Barb came out to set the pace today.

Nothing outrageous today, just some more shredding at the big W.

Looks a lot like yesterday, doesn't it?

Die Rasenmaher - Day 1

2006-09-15T13:27:00.000-07:00

Holger and Karen have returned, with many, many Germans. I think there were around 20 of them, but it was hard to keep track. Lots of them at any rate.

Apparently they've had worse luck than us with the weather this season, and they brought it with them. First snow of the year.

Not that it mattered a lot. Whistler is just fine with a bit of moisture.

Lots of the crew were here for their second year in a row, and you can tell that they've learned from experience. Like Stefan, rocking the jeans for the big park days.

Karen is still dealing with some child seperation anxiety, but she was a good sport about pushing her freeride skills. I tease her (because thats what guys do to pretty girls), but she can kick my ass on any kind of XC bike.

And we ran into Dan. Here ya go buddy, just for heckling me about not updating. How NOT to hit the gap.....

Look at them all!

Hey, at least they were stepping it up....

Hi Randy

2006-09-12T13:52:00.000-07:00

What, not British?

Holy cow, and American. Randy was here for a conference on medical imaging, like MRI's and stuff like that. I'm sure no one reading this has ever had to deal with anything like that....

Luckily, we managed to have a great ride and avoid the emergency room.

3 big laps today. I guess if you live in Grand Junction, you learn how to ride a bike.

Not that CBC looks much like the Colorado desert, mind you.

He adapted pretty quickly. The light was kind of crap for pics today, so I laid off the camera most of the time. Besides, Randy was a lot of fun to ride with so it was shut up and shred time.

We did a couple of top to bottom laps, and hit all the usual high points.

Ooooo....sunshine on CBC. as it's now December and CBC is covered by a couple of feet of snow, this takes on new meaning.

So ot only did we take three rounds out of Seymour, but Randy also managed to drop the 6 footer log drop at the bottom of Ned's.

Not bad for a rookie....

If you ever need X-Rays in Colorado, let me know. I've got the contact.

Hi Simon

2006-09-08T17:07:00.000-07:00

Simon was in town briefly from Nottingham. He went for a rip with Courtenay up in Squampton, then came down here for a day on Seymour. I think that all this riding may be affecting my performance. Only one run today.

CBC, of course.

My camera has been acting up a little. What a surprise....

It's kind of a cool vignette effect though. Makes for some variety on the home turf. I think Simon's ridden here before. For those of you who ride CBC a lot, this next one is an excellent demonstration of the smooth line off the log at the end of CBC.

Some Salvation berm action.

...and the gnar line off the Pangor rock..

Wicked. Thanks for a fun ride, Simon.

THE EPIC - Stage 5

2006-09-01T13:28:00.000-07:00

Enter...Stage 5. The ppenultimate stage, the last day. Also, Labour Day...your last chance to wear white. Yeah .... right.

Grab the Google Earth version of this post HERE.

I've also got the whole tour packaged up in a single file HERE.

Last night was cool, but not fricken' freezing like the night before. We woke up to crisp bluebird skies, and a little gift from my buddy Dale at Tyax Air.

Dale had a lot of loads going into Spruce today, but was empty flying back most of the day, so nice guy that he is he flew our trailers out for us. This meant that we could ride up and over Windy Pass and out via Eldorado Basin and Lick Creek free from our loads. Which is a seriously good thing considering the scale of the route today.

The cool air of the morning was great on the climb up Windy. Here's Shreddie during a rare flat moment on the first climb.

It's a helluva climb to Windy from the back side like this, but it's worth it. There was lots of mandatory walking, but some of us are stubborn....

Not Guinea. He walked the whole way.

Yeah, the pass. We started well on the other side of those mountains in the background, four days ago.

Sort of like a moonscape up here.

There you go, right from the entry to the site.

Steve Mitchell photo.

Yeah, now it's time to go down. This was the best section of the entire route. It seemed like endless flow.

See those two dark peaks in the center? That's where we're headed.

Here's Peter. I couldn't place Peter in my memory for the first little bit. He sure seemed familiar, then we figured out that I used to tune his bike way back in '92 or so. He had a green Kona Hot all macked out with XTR. Now he's riding a plastic Giant. Man, you should have seen that sucker flex when he was pulling the trailer. Not that it slowed him down any. That little S.O.B. is strong.

Bri guy on the west side of the pass.

Chris railing a corner.

Just to put it in perspective. Look for the rider.

Same spot, looking back. Usually you're going up this way to get to Spruce Lake.

Now we're down into Eldorado Basin.

Like daughter...

...like father.

Steve charges into Eldorado.

After a timeless descent into Eldorado Basin, we had to turn and climb up to Eldorado Cabin.

..which of course deserved a little break. Only one more climb to go....

The last pass.

The final descent is the Lick Creek trail, which isreasonably technical and almost steep in a couple of spots.

The really cool thing for me was I that I hiked this trail with my dad and his buddy way back when I was about 12. See? That's me...

This is my old man, back when he wasn't so old. he might have been feeling kind of old that day, as I seem to remember an awful lot of Budweiser at the cabin, but he couldn't have been any older than 42 there.

See, the same lake in the background. I was able to match a couple of terrain features in shots from both trips, but I won't bore you with those. If you really want to see where we were, check the Google Earth links at the top of the post.

OK, downhill time.

Let 'er rip...

Peter doing just that...

After hours of downhill, and encounter with three bears, a couple of crashes, and a little dirt road action, we rolled into Tyax Lodge to collect our trailers.

Of course, with a bar right there, what do you think happened?

Things really went to pieces when a Dutch tourist started handing out the cigars.

Some of us were a little unclear on how to smoke them though.

Steve thought he had the program figured out. A ga ga ga ga ga......I yam what I yam.

Ooops. I guess that wasn't such a good idea after all.

"But will I still be cute?"

Our last camp (well nearly last) on Anderson Lake.

We had originally planned on picking up a lift in Goldbridge and trying for Tenquille Lake near Pemberton, but most of us were falling apart at this point. Shreddie and I had sore knees (mine was essentially toast), Steve was a crusty scab, Shane had a HUGE crash and smashed his back, and everyone else was just plain tired, so we called it off and hung out in Goldbridge waiting for our ride back to Williams Lake.

In a word ... EPIC. Now about next year.....

THE EPIC - Stage 4

2006-08-31T14:19:00.000-07:00

Get your Google Earth version HERE.

Holy crap it's cold this morning.

Beautiful day though.

Steve Mitchell photo.

As yesterday was overly gnarly in the effort department, we had a mellow start to today. It's funny, but the forecast had today as the ugliest weather of the week. We actually saw the storm pass us by to the south, but it just slid on by and the summer came back with a vengeance.

This next one is Steve's too. Killer shot.

The landscape and vegetation is markedly different this side of the pass, but there's still lots of sidehill rocks to deal with.

Whattya say to THAT?!

Probably the same thing you'd say to this.

Steve and Guinnea take a break.

Once we descended a little further we got into classic Spruce Lake meadows and fields.

Hour after hour of this kind of riding. What a drag...

Those are the heights above our destination, Spruce Lake. My mom tells me she used to go fossil hunting uup there in the 50's. It's pretty cool looking at her old pics of this area. It really hasn't changed.

Today wasn't all smooth sailing. Theresa's B.O.B. finally packed 'er in, so it was sacrificed. We divvied up the bits and carried 'em out.

Shane had a couple of issues too, but he was able to keep moving forward.

Yup, that's broken alright.

Spare parts for next year.

Ha Shreddie...that's what happens when you bring your dog AND your girlfriend. It's one or the other, buddy (Theresa's gonna punch my arm pretty hard next time I see her over that one).

Ho hum, more epic grasslands with alpine vistas.

Once we got near the end, there's these aspen groves and crazy grasses and shrubs that you go cruising through. It's hard to show it in a pic, but it's simply amazing.

Just one little push up, and we're going to be at the lake...

Oh yeah, in the clear now. Shane in the shadow of Mt Sheba.

We ran into Dale, of course. It's too bad he's so busy, becasue I know he'd enjoy this trip. He'd probably do it in 18 hours straight, but he'd be into it.

Steve grabbing some agua at Spruce.

..and for dessert, the birthday boy meets the green fairy.

THE EPIC - Stage 3

2006-08-30T15:21:00.000-07:00

Again...your Google Earth files are HERE, or if you're Googley challenged, have a gander at this screenshot...

Day 3 looked to be huge. After another night of wind and fitful showers, we packed up and began our climb to Warner Pass. The big bonus? It's ALL singletrack from here to Tyaughton, which is still a few days away.

Mitchell tries riding some Shore with the trailer.

I found it amazing how well the bike climbed pulling the trailer. The weight of it helped push you through stuff that you would normally bog down in. Also, it didn't get really steep until the last couple of pitches, so it was pretty smooth going. Lyall enjoys a rare moment of downhill in the sub-alpine.

The last creek crossing, and someone has wet feet.

These sub-alpine meadows were astonishing, and the trail was fantastic.

So were the views. That's Peter working his way up the climb.

Little tiny people in big ass mountains.

Steve going hard at 7000'.

No, this isn't just scenery. Steve, Chris, and Punky are in there somewhere. Maybe Lyall too. Warner Pass is just at the upper right. We walked over that snowpatch to the summit.

Lyall, Guiness, fresh snow on the peaks, and snow falling from the sky. Welcome to summer in the mountains.

Time to take a rest as we close in on 7000'

Shane catches a snowflake on his tongue.

...then he enjoys a rare downhill moment. At this stage, downhill knd of sucks, 'cause you know you're going to have to make it back right away.

OK, I'm not really that hurting here. Just hamming it up for the camera. I actually felt great here, and helped everyone else as much as I could. I crossed the pass a total of 7 times....

THE TOP!!!

Chris was first up, by a long shot, and Steve was right on his ass.

We had to take a break to enjoy the summit. According to Chris, who's been here several times, we were at 8 100', but the map places the pass at more like 7 800'. Whatever, it's freakin' UP there.

Since we were at the high point of the tour, I figured we should celebrate. I'd managed to carry some limejice, tequila, and triplesec all the way up here, and combined with some fresh snow it made a delicious margarita slushie. Cheers, eh?

Of course, at around 8 000' it also made for a great buzz. Somehow that equated to Mitchell and me developing Hans and Franz accents and a constant stream of oddball pseudo-german comments all the way down.

"Ja...you think you are ze good rider, but I am ze one who is riding good, unlike you little girly boys."

Oh yeah....now look closely and you'll see little tiny riders way off in the background.

One of the smoother parts of the trail. Another great thing about riding with a trail is that it's impossible to endo, which made riding down these massive talus fields possible. Being drunk may have helped....

Shreddie in his element.

The problem trailer of Theresa's was still hanging in there, but we did have to stop a couple of times to repair it.

Mark proved that it's not the size of your wrench, it's how you use it.

Warner Lake, our destination. Still a couple of hours away, and the margs were wearing off.

..but it's all downhill so "Give 'ER!"

Rubberneck break....

Funny how the lake never seems to get any closer, but we keep on truckin'.

OK, so maybe it's impossible to endo, but yours truly proves that it's not impossible to wipe out.

It's still a long way to go.

...and then his wheel fell off. Well, it was pretty old....

Finally, the bottom. You can just make out the entrance to Warner Pass in the background (just under the spiky sort of peak in the upper right).

Sunset at Warner Lake.

Finally, another good meal and some hot toddies around the fire.

THE EPIC - Stage 2

2006-08-29T23:40:00.000-07:00

Get your Google Earth goodness HERE.

We had a lot of climbing on the agenda today.

Day 2 started off pretty chilly. Fresh snow on the mountains, and a fair breeze with showers overnight. Actually, the forecast was looking sort of sketchy for later in the week, after weeks of hot and sunny weather.

After a hearty feed, we started off along the "trail."

...and soon after into another river crossing. This time we had to get wet feet, but it was a good excuse for a coffee break.

Top of the first climb, and the singletrack is over for a while. Oh well, at least the weather is getting nicer.

The camp at the end of the lake, and a late lunch. Get here ont the first day? Yeah, right.

Oh, uphill. Right. This could take a while...

Maybe I'll just soak up the view for a bit. Hey Shreddie! Ready for a break?

Mitchell, looking ready for the seawall...

Theresa's dad lettin' the mullet style off the leash.

Ahhhhhh, almost to camp.

Mark's dog, Guiness, wasn't too stoked about packing his food, but still wants to play fetch.

We were more into a nature moment.

Oh, and a little more blustery weather triggered another killer meal with a big fire....

..and bear bangers.

THE EPIC - Stage 1

2006-08-28T23:18:00.000-07:00

OK, so here's the deal. Every year on Red Shred's birthday, he goes for an epic across the Chilcotin Mountains by bike with B.O.B Trailers. Not just an epic, but "THE EPIC" as it is known. This year, the route was to go start at the north end of Taseko Lake and ride across Warner Pass to Spruce Lake, then go across Windy Pass, through Eldorado Basin, and out on Lick Creek.

Here's a map....or if you're into Google Earth, download THIS FILE to check out the first day.

Our first day was to see how far down Taseko Lakes we could get. Our goal was supposedly all the way to the camp at the far end of Upper Taseko, but since no-one we knew had done the trail, I had my doubts.

Here's a map of the first day, and as you can see, we didn't make the end of the lake. Not by a longshot.

After a very long drive out through what looked like Sir Arthur Conan Doyles "Lost World" (or at least the Stoney Creek Reserve), we arrived at Taseko.

It didn't take long to set up the rigs.

...and we're off.

It also didn't take long for us to get into some deep brush. This was the only really gnarly bush we saw on the trip, and it didn't last long....but what an intro.

Theresa's dad also brought his dog, a Pekinese named Punky. Keep that in mind when you look at our trip. He ran most of the way.

Ahh...smoooth sailing again, with Brian and Lyall.

There was seemingly endless singletrack like this. I quickly forgot about my trailer, like Steve forgot about his helmet.

Doh! The first casualty, and we're only a couple of hours in.

While Theresa's trailer was a bit lighter than the others, it was also lower and wider and was hitting every rock even on the smooth sections. I guess we'll see how it goes....

Ther we go, Theresa is back in the saddle just in time to see this wicked view.

A very nice late summer day.

About here we all came to our senses regarding getting to the end of the lake today. The trail suddenly got sort of tech, and we all remembered about the trailers we were pulling.

Shane almost fell off this cliff, but managed to hang on...just.

Some swimming in glacial water, some good food on the beach, some cold beers, and a few bear bangers made a fitting end to a great first day.

THE EPIC - Prologue

2006-08-26T03:55:00.000-07:00

Sooner or later, you know I'm going to nedd a break. Well, here it is. I managed to get a bit of a lull in the schedule this summer, so I pinned it back up to Williams Lake to enjoy a bit of summer. Plus, Shreddie had his annual birthday tour lined up for an epic across the Chilcotin. More about that tomorrow.....

First, we had to go wake boarding. Here's Steve Mitchell, who turns up like a bad penny at ALL these events.

Yeah, I ride bikes more than I wakeboard. So what?

No pics of the birthday boy out on his turn. He went Cariboo style (ie - NOOD)...and the pics came out just a little too clearly.

Anyway, one thing led to another, and welll....here's how it started.

A while later, on a different lake, we ran into these guys, who were charging offf this ramp with full on big bikes like V-10's.

It didn't take long for everyone else to step it up.

....bit of a kick there.

Yeeeeeehaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!

Oooooooooooooo.........

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooooooow!

...and the biggest air of the day goes to Mitchell for tis massive buttdrop. He's still going up there, and landed ass first just in the frame.

Still MORE Brits...Last Day

2006-08-18T13:22:00.000-07:00

Graduation time. Leo and Julian have totally destroyed the local scene, so they get a bonus day. Eagle Ridge today. It's worth the busted lung. As an added bonus, we're riding with Wyld Willy and the infamous Noel(you really need to check this link out) of Knolly bikes. Not to mention that Leo got to ride a Knolly for the day.

Of course, that's the very top, and we know that we're done climbing for hte day. No kidding we look happy and hungry.

Before we got to that point, we had to session the snot outta Four Lost Souls.

Willy with his inimitable style. He's one of those really tall guys who has to suck it up to get any air at all.

Noel throws down. That's his new bike, the Delerium. Sort of a lighter all mountain rig, but clearly capable of anything. Even big Noel throwing down big moves.

Leo hangs it out on the wall rides.

Not to be outdone, Julian gets into the act.

Once we got warmed up, it was off to the top of the hill and to Massage Therapy.

Lots of sketchy scary stuff up here. Only a few clinets ever get to see this stuff.

Harley, of course, is completely underwhelmed.

Willy continued to school the pack with his uncanny Hick Huckster skills.

Of course, that just leads to inspiration for evryone else, as Julian sets out to prove here.

Leo drops in at the top.

The biggest log ride in Canada?

Maybe...

We had a truly great day, and topped it off with a great meal at Arms Reach Bistro courtesy of our guests, including an impromptu clinic on how to buy wine.

Once again, a fantastic day of riding, and great company to be with.

Still MORE Brits...Day 3

2006-08-17T13:18:00.000-07:00

On familiar ground again. We tore a strip outta Seymour today.

Multiple runs, not much stopping. Julian looks pretty good on that team Shocker, dontcha think?

And Leo steps it down on Neds.

Heli Day

2006-08-16T16:53:00.000-07:00

A bit of an Allied Assault on Rainbow for today. I think we picked a good day for it too.

Our C-I-C, Oscar, managed to take himself outta the fight the day before.

Something about taking it easy and not doing anything hard. Then they go out and try to hammer A River Runs Through It. Ooops. And shoulder blew out crossing the river. Ahhhh, clipless....

No biggie, at least he didn't have to sit through the safety lecture at Blackcomb Helicopters.

Besides, it was such a crap day.

Oh, and the snow was sort of cold....

Yeah, right. Anyway, a big gang of guys from Florida who seem to know each other a little TOO well. I think they must shop at the same stores as well.

Except for this guy. I think it was Pietro? Anyway, hyper Italian guy, one of those smaller guys who kills it at every sport they try. Solid bike handler and fun dude. I like how he looks like he's 500' tall in this shot. Your new nickname is Godzilla.....

Oh.....how juicy is that?

AND you get the moon in these shots too.

....AND the heli.

Ah yes, Canada. Up close and personal. There was a little confusion on the steeps from time to time.

A few of the guys got it together to session this line though.

I thought that we were going to make it down in time to hit another big line off the other side of hte valley, but no dice. The Florida boys were just too beat down from a week in Whistler, and called it a day. Leo, Julian and I went for a little session down at TrainWreck.

...and that was that. Once more around Whistler and home.

Chocolate Foot Video

2006-08-13T15:30:00.000-07:00

Check it out on the Video Page.

Still MORE Brits...Day 2

2006-08-15T16:31:00.000-07:00

Anyone up for the Woodlot? Hardly any shots today....we were too busy riding for that.

Here's Leo dropping in...

Julian doubles up on Smakes and Ladders.

Oooooo.....some Platinum action. This was actually my first time to Platinum. What a trail....I think I have homework to do.

Ahhhhh....holidays.

Still MORE Brits...

2006-08-14T16:14:00.000-07:00

Hello Julian and Leo. Sorry for being a bit out of it at first. The last six weeks have been somewhat intense. I probably just needed to get out fro a little ride, like this one on Fromme.

The boys were quite the rippers. It was a nice break to just go out and shred some local trails with a tight crew.

As usual with our British cousins, not much adjustment was required to handle the local terrain.

The boys were nailing everything in sight, and seemed reasonably fit in the bargain.

Just like London...

We also got a look at the trail work done on Espresso. Nice work in spots, but BRUTAL flow. Note to vollies.....always stand back fifty to a hundred feet and check the entry line.

Still loads of good times at any rate.

Some Lower Ladies action, and we're done.

Jedi Council Tour Video

2006-08-12T13:18:00.000-07:00

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ChocolateFoot - Last Day

2006-08-11T22:11:00.000-07:00

What? Last day already? Awwwww.... I was just getting to know you guys. Well, at least you lucked out and got a CLASSIC shore day. I bit of mist, a bit of fog, and we're on my home turf.

Oooo! And I've got a new prototype from Cove Bikes to test too.

We're calling it the Mingeebollockwanker for now. Lots of pics from CBC to show you today.

Hey, what can I say? It's a go to spot for me.

You KNOW you're going to get good shots here. It's a gimmee.

Pffft .....Al, ya freakin showoff.

He is pretty good though. I think he pretty much ruled the tour....even if he never did find the marmalade.

Today's star was Phil (finally). After struggling all week, he finally hit his stride on Seymour.

I think he was just waiting for everyone to blow up before making his move. I can relate. I use that strategy a lot.

Yo Phil, you're up there now.

Well, Tom was stomping everything in sight too, and he didn't look too tired.

Wa, on the other hand, had completely blown his load on Fromme yesterday. Hey, if this is struggling, you've got no worries....

Yeah, it's a cliche now. Big trees, misty ambience, silhouetted rider...

Oooooo......a change from the usual. Yeah, the ChocoFoot crew rates. We're going for the good stuff today. Welcome to Dale's Trail.

Not everyone gets to ride this.

Of course, Al continued to stomp.

Wa managed to hang out some fairly large lines, even though he felt beat down from 2 weeks of riding.

Oh....my.....god. Al has put his foot down. Turn off the lights, lock it up, take it home....it's all over.

Ahhhh screw it. Lets go for another run. CBC again....(see above for stupidly epic shots. Rinse and repeat). this time we got into Corkscrew.

How many guys can we get on the stunt at once?

Ye Olde Zipper Teeter.

Hey Al...there's some marmalade at the bottom.....

Awwwwwwwwww.....I was just kidding. Look, you're just gonna have to come back.

Boys, I had an excellent week. Come back any time.

ChocolateFoot - Day 6

2006-08-10T22:10:00.000-07:00

What...we gotta pedal? Well, if you want any marmalade you do. Fromme is a no shuttle zone, didn't ya know?

It hardly sems worth it, when you get conditions like this. Just a little bit wet out, enough to make it interesting.

Or, as Wa puts it, "this was the best day's riding I've ever had on the Shore."

I made the boys sesson this first ramp for quite a while. It's funny, but if you can just conquer the first move, it seems like the rest of the day just falls in place. It took a while, but most of the crew stepped up and nailed it.

I think I'll continue to quote:

"The first time you ride the North Shore is like trying smoking. It's nasty, painful, and it's difficult to do and look cool. But you're going to be back for more because you're HOOKED. "

Wee, if you get the first big move, this next one is a piece of cake, and nothing... I mean NOTHING....can ever match the moment of rolling out onto Big Smooth with no idea of the other side, but hitting it anyway.

Yeah, I already know what's down there.

Tom doesn't, and I don't think he even realizes his back tire is off the rock.

Trepid?

Ooooooo....fresh trail work.

..it's still stupid hard to get up first try. We finished way down on the rollercoaster, where we saw this teeny tiny biker riding.

And there you go. A boy and his dog....another day in the life.