Paperbag

I won’t tell if you won’t tell…

Yes, the torture never stops on this trip. It’s beginning to feel like another stag party, but no one is getting married. Today we’ve got a double header with the classic Nelson line of the Paperbag to warm up, and one of those little helicopter jobbies to take us up to some alpine for the main course.

The Bag is a good reason to visit Nelson. A long enough climb to make it feel like you’ve done something with your day, and a technical descent through endless rock slabs down to a beach.

Oh, and it gets pretty technical in spots. Enough to even stress out the North Shore riders a bit. Not much, but a bit. Matt made it look simple.

Hey, it’s a rad ride… but we were just getting warmed up.

Ahhhh…that’s what I like to see.

Sollid Mtn., and a very small landing zone.

It’s two ridges over from yesterday’s ride, and we could see Cherry tops easily from here.

Don’t get too excited, there Burchie.

Mario, overacting in a corner.

So cliche…

Looking north to the Kokanee’s.

Here come the Whistler boys. Two up…

…and one down. Silly Dingo, loosen yer cleats.

A couple more postcards for you.

So, the flat fest continued. Luckily, it’s about the best huckleberry season in living memory. Only one thing to say about this next shot…

“NOM NOM NOM NOM”

Whoa, those berries really go through ya. The lake is THAT way…

It’s too bad you can’t see how steep this section is. Probably the steepest continuous section of the whole four days.

The last section of this ride is all about open rock faces, hence the “Doz Slabs” handle. Lower Hitman gets you all riled up with a rock garden of big tombstones, and then you get into a series of 12 burly rock lines that culminate in this bad boy here.