Usually, I refer to this trip as “Return of the Jedi Council,” but as circumstancs warranted I had to change the title. There’s a little foreshadowing if you ever had it.
The setup is thus: a recurring group of London types keeps returning, and they seem to have some skills. Or put another way, cockey Cockneys.
I can’t think of why they keep wanting to come back…
Unless it’s to pollute our water supply.
The traditional late night arrival turned into an early swim and a full day on Seymour. I was feeling the effects of shuttling a drunken wedding party off the mountain until 3am (congratulations to Mr and Mrs Costigan). Nothing like hanging out with your drunken friends while stone cold sober to put you off drinking for a bit.
The trails were prime first thing.
Nothing like getting right into it on the first day.
Seymour is old hat to the Council now.
Except for Craig. He’s te newest member of the crew (Tony, Stophe, Paul, Panama, and Pierre are the veterans).
Craig’s only been riding for a year, and he’s all over the sport.
I can’t even remember where these shots are from. Sure looks nice……
OK, back on track. Panama hangs loose.
Some backlit zipper totter action…
More Salvation lines.
As you can see, it’s a black and white kind of day. With no Germans on the schedule for over a month, it loooks like it’s gonna be blue skies and warm temps from here on out.
Which always makes the log rides easier.
Doesn’t it?
