Since we didn’t really get into Kamloops until late, I give you this shot of the campfire at Harper. Sweet accommodations again, right n the middle of hte trail. In fact, our breakfast was interrupted by several riders cruising through our kitchen.
It was going to be a hot and dusty one, as evidenced by the clouds of it on the warm up descent.
Nothing like Harper to get your jumping legs back.
Here’s Wa all mystical and backlit, like the woodsy little nymph that he is.
Canopy gap….
Obviously a shit day…..
Everyone loves this one, especially since Specialized made it famous. We so very nearly had a full house on it, but Phil just couldn’t get his head around it (so close … so very, very close). I guess he’ll just have to come back for more….
It’s just like being flushed down the toilet, what could be easier?
Al continued politely destroy every move in sight.
That is, when Tom hadn’t already killed it first.
Two and a half laps of Harper, we went into town for some seriously gay lattes (“Would sir like it with a lemon twist?”). I guess you had to be there. Anyway, we still had plenty of daylight left for a couple of Rose Hill runs. Once again, it was shit.
I guess because it’s so similar to England no one had any real problems with Rose.
Well, there was a little lock up on this part, but it was in part due to some sick locals hitting this HUGE stepup from ROAM that had the intimidation factor up a little. I don’t have any stills of that one, but I’ll get some vid of it up in a while.
Phil, you’d better stay back there and keep an eye on the girl.
Yeah, yeah, we get it. Bluebird and warm.
Huge day, I hope those guys get tired soon……
