Finally, a little break in the weather. Should be ideal conditions for Kobau.
There was even a bit of fresh snow in the high country, but still, all that rain this week was still not enough to really settle the dust. I don’t care what various government officials are trying not to say….we’re in a drought here.
It was still awesome conditions for riding.
John makes this look huge, eh? He’s only 3 feet tall though.
This is the part of the day that makes everyone realize just how big these hills are.
Hi Stash! the camera just loves you, did you know that? i always get the raddest pics of this girl. With Gary on babysitting detail, Stash was able to get another lap in with us today.
Oh, there she is again.
Joe on the same line.
Many thousands of feet of dust and sagebrush later, we’re still descending.
Maybe it’s not a full bluebird day, but we’re still having a great time. Brant, Rob, and Gabe tagged along today to fill out the group. Lots of Kobau virgins along for the rip this time.
OK, it’s time for the Rogues’ Gallery…
Rob
John
Stash
Joe and Jim.
Jim.
..and Gabe.
Of course, that was only round one. Round two is TKO, and it was in awesome shape again.
You never get many pics on TKO. You’re just too busy hanging on to the bars on that trail. It was definitely getting bonier than the last time we were here. The lower half was pretty sketchy in places. We found out later that an Oliver local crashed at the worst spot on the trail just before sunset, and had to get Search and Rescue out to keep him company overnight so he could get heli’ed out in the morning. This is big mountain riding, you have to respect this one.
Besides, you don’t want to miss out on the wine tasting at the bottom. We went to Hester Creek this time.
We actually managed to finish up early enough (these are the longest days of the year after all) that we could go for a swim in Okanagan Lake, and have a couple games of bottles. It’s like horseshoes, but it involves beer bottles instead. Don’t worry, the rules make it impossible to break one.
He also shamrocks walks on the beach, sunsets, and sleeping in vans.
