Oh wow…the sun still exists. Well, then now I can show you Revelstoke. This is the Cheeky Beaver, where we stayed. Ver’ nice, ver’ nice.
“Ow, the sun hurts my eyes!” Note our affable shuttle driver, the lovely and talented Casey Brown. Casey smashed herself good at a race in Panorama earlier in the season and can’t ride right now, but her bad luck is our good, as she can still drive the van for us.
Martha Creek trail has been totally rebuilt since our last mission here last summer. It’s still a vertical mile of trail, but it’s been upgraded and improved to handle the increase in traffic it’s seeing.
Yes, that’s fresh snow up there on those Selkirks.
The blue skies didn’t hold, but it’s still nice enough to pop some air off the occasional rock.
There are something like 40 new bridges and boardwalks out there.
Pop goes the wheelie.
We played leapfrog with the cameras down the trail, so the last guy in line would pass everyone (we all had cameras), and then set up his shot on couple hundred meters past the last guy. Worked out perfectly.
I lucked out with this choice corner spot. Everyone looks like a pro on this corner.
Richard, making it look harder than it really is.
Whether you stop and take pics, or just bomb the trail, it really feels endless. It’s a big one.
Lee on a spectacular creek crossing.
…and again on some random sun dappled singletrack.
Some more artsy creek angles.
Todd Byle also came out. He’s a friend of a friend up from Idaho for a little break from bike shop life. He also happens to shred wet roots and bridges pretty hard for a desert rider.
Ewan, adding a little festive cheer to the scene.
Lee and some BIG cedars.
More big trees.
Todd on some more greasy woodwork.
As we went down, the forest keeps changing. Elevation, exposure, second growth, whatever. It’s a constantly changing landscape.
Almost to the bottom, it’s still not raining, and we’re only at lunch time. I guess there will have to be another session this afternoon.
Here’s today’s map.