OK, screw the photos. I have to get a digi camera or I just won’t bother.

So I just got back from the nsmb.com weekend at SunPeaks. It was EPIC. I picked up (Pete) Roggeman and his roomie Morgan on Friday night at about 8 o’clock, because I hate driving in long weekend traffic. It was a good call because we got to the ‘Loops in only three and a half hours. Tunes were bumpin and Barb and the boys were pounding the beers right up to the Peaks, which we got to at about one in the morning. There we had not one but TWO full condos, complete with hot tubs and king sized beds, courtesy of Sun Peaks for our visitation and recreation. Colin was already there. I think I showed amazing restraint in waiting at least four minutes before I had all my gear off and was floating naked in warm water with a cold beer.

The next morning was a little hazy. We dialed the bikes, got some food, picked up tickets, and hit the lift. Cam and his crew were already out, shooting pics for the website. We all hooked up for some gang riding extraordinaire. The Peaks hasn’t changed much for this year, but then again it doesn’t need much. Honeydrop is still awesome, and Sugar always makes ya sweat. We cracked off a half dozen runs and went for some beer and nachos at Masa’s at around 5. If you are thinking that isn’t much, that you can do 20 or more at Whistler and 6 runs is just a warmup, then you haven’t been to the Peaks yet.

After our snack, we charged the Whitecroft Trail down the valley for dessert. Unfortunately it had many of its stunts torn down this year, but the trail itself is still plenty of fun for a little diversion. We still had a few thrills on a nice little booter and Morgan had crash of the day on the steep section near the bottom.

For the evening festivities we broke out the Hemingway for a few martinis before hitting the bar.

Ahhh, mountain bike park night life. 30 guys and three girls. And Casey had the audacity to take TWO girls with him when we left. The remaining female had this fabulous ‘come hither’ look that she was unafraid of using. A show of hands on the way back to the condo showed that we all had been tagged by ‘the look.’ Too bad for the guy who had been ‘working that shit since December.’ None of us even knew her name and we had a better chance than he had. Sucka.

More soon. I gotta get some water in me.