Ok, it’s time for our first full day, and we get to start out with me driving the truck while everyone else gets to warm up on Idaho Peak. Ah well, it’s not really my favourite anyway.
I’d rather ride someplace with a bit of a view, like this nice washroom up near Meadow Creek. I also missed out on the first trail up here, Deception Creek. It would appear to be a fast and flowy singletrack. At least the road was fun, with some freshly installed decommission trenches to negotiate.
The 3rd lap was Mineshaft, and this one is a true gem. If I had to compare it to anything,it would be Cypress on the North Shore, but way more plush and longer to boot.
It had a little bit of everything, except maybe it could have used a big move or two. Not that it really needs it, it’s just that it has every other kind of riding as you go down.
Kelly riding one of the creek crossings…
Mama Tillman out in the open with the mighty Purcell Mtns in the background.
Pops, not to be outdone.
I don’t get to see a lot of the boys on the trail. These guys RIP. Seriously, they’re not far off of World Cup pace out there. I noticed Riley sweating to keep pace, and he knows these trails. The boys were riding blind at full speed. Here’s a rare shot of Andreas.
An even rarer shot of the Ginja Ninja himself, Riley.
We ran out of safety margin to hit the Monster (too bad, but no biggie), so we raced back to the Slocan for some sunset shots on Tunnel Vision. Another shot of Andreas railing the berms.
Oops, cut Michael’s head off…
Or was that Andi? Or is this Michael. Dang it, all ze Germans look the same to me…
Well, this one is blurry enough that I just can’t tell. Probably Basti. He’s not even related.
Ahh, this would be Toni, catching the last rays of the day.
Nice day, but tomorrow promises to be bigger and better. Is that jet fuel I smell?
