The snow keeps melting, and Justin keeps cutting. This winter just keeps on giving.
The bears don’t seem to mind. Here’s a black bear track, but we’re reasonably sure that we’ve seen a grizzly cub running around.
Year: 2008
Powers Creek Clean Up Day
Something I’ve wanted to do for a while is clean up the crap that all the rednecks leave behind after the winter at the trail head. Which is xactly what we got up to here. Well, Rich doesn’t look quite like he’s gotten up yet, but you know what I mean…..
Dave got a new microwave.
I like this one. “Environmentally friendly lawn care…” Like you couldn’t dispose of it in like fashion. You know, if you’re gonna have a grow-op, no-one is going to catch you by hanging out at the dump. They figured it out when you bought all that fertilizer at the local head shop.
There were also a few trees down that needed clearing. This one in particular….
So there you go. 4 tons of crap in just over an hour.
Of course, we had to celebrate our efforts with some laps. Justin seemed pretty stoked on the results.
A few other random locals showed up as well.
That was just a warmup for the main event. May 25th up at Gillard we’re doing the BIG CLEANUP. See you there…..
St Georges KVR 2008 – Day 4
Ahhh, the end is in sight. The boys are feeling a bit better about the trip now.
There was some local stunts built in the ghost town of Granite City, so we investigated.
I don’t know if the old miners could have possibly imagined this kind of behaviour.
Oh well, the world keeps on turning. We took the boys up the hill to meet some of the original residents of town after this.
Hi Lucie…
Rader was pretty impressed by the local flavour at the crossroads.
Oh yeah, it was also race day. With us running both groups together, we had a pretty big relay race to run.
What was amazing was how close it was right to the end.
My group had a couple fewer riders, so our fastest guys went twice. 
Which was just as well as we had some seriously slow guys that evened the odds out.
I don’t think it really mattered anyway.
These guys are pretty competetive in nature to begin with.
Of course, it came down to me and Danika on the last lap, and I at least managed to get the hole shot on her.
But her racing background came into play. I pretty much suck at racing, and she elbowed me out on a berm about 3/4’s of the way through.
Then we bought the whole crew some cans of coke. I’d call it a success.
Oh, and then Rader stepped in some goose crap. His new name is “Poo Toe.”
Our last night of the trip, so we engaged in a few fire related shenanigans.
See ya on the next tour…
