Well, no time to be sad over the end of the Retallack season. I may miss those weirdos a little bit already, but Kinrade just happened to drop by today to go for a rip in Oliver. Funny that he has family in Oliver, and has been coming here for years, and didn’t know about Kobau.
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Of course, since we rode TKO, there are no pics to show you. Besides, we were going WAY TOO FAST to stop and take pics.
Here’s a few oldies so you get the idea:
Yes, that rasta coloured hippy over there is the one and only Red Shred. He showed up last night with no plans and few other Cariboo boys looking for an adventure. The dude abides…
I think they like what they see.
Coco was loving the old school woodsy feel out there. Turns out the young gun has a taste for the skinny. What’s old is new.
…and some things never change!
Gustav feels the same way about the skinny. So long as you gotta give ‘er some flow, it’s all in the playbook.
Since we had the brawn on hand, this side of Kobau got some love today too. That’s right…. KOBAU IS CLEAR! BOTH SIDES, TOP TO BOTTOM!
Even with the stop and go pace dictated by trail work, we still had a good run going. Of course, once we got out into the sage, it was all game on.
The big smile on Capt. Kurt’s face says it all, does it not?
Shreddie will now demonstrate why lots of bright colours work so well in the bike world.
The finale on Cawston Creek is this spine line near the bottom. This is the first time I’ve seen anyone crash off the steep side. Way to pop that cherry, Kurt.
Everyone else had a smoother time of it.
Round two was the infamous TKO, which Dave and I cleared a couple of weeks ago. Since it was clear, we smashed it. I mean, really hard. To the point where I didn’t bother taking the camera out. Well, just the once to get this banger of Shiny dropping in.
The boys were freaking out the whole way. Coco said he’s never ridden a trail this long where you had to be focussed in the entire time. Here he is celebrating that fact with this sniper stepdown at very end.
OK, not quite the end. There’s this little scenic corner to take care of first.
No TKO run is complete without partaking in a tasting at Tinhorn Creek. I love how the woman on the end is reacting to the presence of greatness.
Yes, Coco greatly appreciates the subtle hints of baked apple and pear in this citrusy Gewurtztraminer.
Kurt would rather slam a beer and wrestle.
No time to waste though, as I had to get home for a family dinner. We barely had time for a swim. Still managed one though. Great to see the Cariboo clan down the the South OK. Gotta remember to pay them a visit up there again soon.
…and if you’re in the Williams Lake area and looking for sporting goods, remember Red Shred’s has all your bare essentials.
It’s been a slow year for trail work for me. Just one of those years when time is against you for getting out there. Made up for it today by getting out to TKO with Dave and a big saw.
Finally, that beast is clear. It’s been about 8 years since it looked like this.
I was sort of wondering why everyone was pulled over on the drive home, though. Then I checked my rear view mirror…
