Stag

The Return of the Son of It’s Yet Another Stag Ride

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Oh man, this is getting to be hard on my liver (and yes…I did just say “Hard On”).

OK, so another guy is getting married.  I guess it’s a sign of the times, and it’s overall a good thing.  We’ll just see how he feels after we shove him down this steep mountainside.

Ha!  He made it.  Actually, we already rode a fairly major XC trail up near Apex, but I left my camera in the van.  Oops.  Anyway, it was rad, and it snowed a little.

You’ll have to content yourself with these shots from our dessert lap near Naramata.

We had a good time, and the boys were stoked that we got to ride right back to their accommodations.

Which also included a stagette next door.  Anyone got a light?

Not sure what sort of game this is.  Either drunken stagette pin the wiener on the groom, or maybe a re-enactment of “So I Married An Axe Murderer”.

Yeah, dude looks sorta creepy in that outfit.  Wish I could have stuck around for the shenanigans, but I had to retrieve the van and prepare for tomorrow.  At least I got this vague pic of an elk on the retrieval.

ANOTHER Stag?

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Well, it was supposed to be a heli day, but the weather just wasn’t co-operating.  It was OK, but not stellar.

So we went back to the Sunshine Coast.  Is that wrong?   I think not…

We set a personal best for the SSC for me.

8 runs, which works out to around 12 000 vertical feet of loamy goodness.

Oh, and a good five trails that I’d never seen before, including this beast…

Solid day.  Not a heli day, but a solid one.  I need a nap now.  Why does it seem like every ride is a stag ride?

HoHurtin Stag – Conclusion

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After we ran out of light, we ran aground and partied like any good stag party should.  Although we were a bit low on the traditional entertainment.

So instead of exotic dancing, we checked out Steve’s tattoos.

Hey, like it mattered.  We had a good time.

Oh yeah, make sure the groom wears the safety gear.

Jefe didn’t get the chance.  Nice push…

Dude…you peed on me.

Our campsite.

After a leisurely breakfast of leftover hot dogs and pickles, we went cliff jumping.

See if you can spot the local.

Ahhh….there’s the ‘talent’.

Another round of cliff diving….

…and a near miss…

…and Abe closes ‘er out.

I haven’t heard how the wedding went, but here’s to the new married couple.  All the best for many years to come.