Ahhhh, here we go. Well, it’s a good thing these guys are all from either Rossland or the North Shore, because the wet weather is back. Actually, the crew all has a Rossland connection of some kind of another, which is good for me since my Dad is from there.
Now you can see the weather we’re in for. One really good thing about the wet; since these guys are looking for some tough riding, this makes everything out here pretty rad. Say hi to my cousin Eric. He’s the stylish dude in the lower left corner there. Ask him about old BMX races when he was a kid and he would make Schley and Simmons cry.
No log riding around here. Just fog riding.
Another theme with a big crew. Lots of flat tires. They’re not used to the hard rock we got here, eh?
It gave us some time to session some little jumps though.
Two minutes more riding, and yet another set of flat tires. Seriously guys, put more than 12psi in, OK?
They really liked this steep drop section.
It’s ‘busy’ as I like to say. Some chicken wire, a little steep roller, a gap, and a berm.
…and all so close together that it becomes like a single move. Especially when it’s this slick. I like how the gallery makes it look like a World Cup DH course or something.
Allez allez!
Speaking of World Cups, former Canadian DH champ Eric Goss was with us today.
That ride was shit. This on the other hand, is a nice lamb sausage.
A seriously full van. For you old skiers out there, that’s former Alpine Canada super star Felix Belczyk smilin’ at ya there. Trivia: he was the first North American to win a WC Super G event. Props, yo.
We had lots left in the tank, and as the gang was off to Kelowna anyway, we hit up Powers Creek for some more. It was deadly in the wet. I had some wicked near misses on slick woodwork. There was a gnarly crash here too. One guy no-footed it onto Crazy Train (not on purpose) and ended up in the hole on the lower left of the pic. Walked away with no real injuries. Yikes…
This was surprisingly not any harder in the wet than the dry.
Nor was the CIA log.
Some wildlife. Somehow I don’t think this is a native species to the area.
Uh oh. I didn’t see it, but this was a high speed balk at a wood to wood gap. He cut all his speed by breaking a 2×4 the thick way with his forearm. It didn’t look too bad, but we splinted it and took it easy on the way out. As it turns out, he’d shattered his arm and it would require more than a couple of pins to fix. Oh, and a few stitches in the chin. My perfect season with no medicals is looooooong gone now.
The end of the day, and the traditional awards ceremonies.
There you go princess. That nice drop you did above doesn’t count now, does it?
