Kobau

Kobau Cruising

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Or “How Tired I Felt After Hammering the Peat Bog All Day Yesterday.”

Funny how tired we all felt after spending a couple of days at…

Oh God. We have to do this again?

I noticed that the crew over at PureMTB.com were wondering what happened to all the carnage shots.

Well, here you go.

Actually, everybody pulled out a good one today. FunBobby pops some wood.

I did too, only bigger.

Round log, sketchy teeter totter, and FLEXING BICEPS.

Eric keeps it upright (I think it’s Eric).

Trask getting a little “Head” on the Head Drop.

Barb gets her share.

Eric reverting to form.

Back in the open again.

A bit of rain made a huge difference to the dust. The clay was unbelievably grippy. Gary couldn’t quite get over how hard you could corner in it.

Some trail hazards here are unlike anywhere else in Canada.

Another epic sunset at the pub at the end of the ride.

…And the traditional passed out in the smelly van shot.

Mt Kobau

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Time to head back to the Shore, but first, a stop on the way.

Oh yeah, and a nature walk around the orchard with Mom. Nice eye for the poisonous beasties, Mom.

We stopped in at Keremeos for a rip on Mt Kobau on the way back to North Van. Here’s a pissed off biker. Must be that British bike….

You know you are out west when this is blocking the road. Giddyap.

Some rooftop related shenanigans on the drive up.

A group photo.

…and a “grope” photo. If you can figure out where my hands are then you can also probaly decipher the facial expressions.

Ok, riding. Stewie on the adjustable tranny.

Nelly on the same stunt.

Jedi.

..and again.

Barb cruising at low altitude.

Closely followed by dog.

The girls, going down (oops, I mean, uhh….)

Back out in the wide open spaces.

Some post ride beers at the river while waiting for the shuttle return.

…and the traditional “Everyone Passed Out in the Back of the Van” shot.

Ed, ya goof. I know you’re not asleep.

Victoria Day Long Weekend — Goin’ Home

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The last day. Hey, maybe we should do some riding for a change boys.

But first, lets see how many bikes we can get on the roof of the van.

This is a seriously secret and sick ride outta a tiny town called Cawston. The shuttle UP is 45 minutes.

Here’s the top.

Lots of stuff in the woods worthy of the ride, but not necessarily photos.

This is about halfway down the 4500′ vertical.

Lets just follow all the way down.

…and another sweet Malibu to end ‘er.

Happy Birthday Darcy. See ya next year.