Location: Sunday River Resort, Newry, Maine
Peeps: Natedogg, two non-mags: Smitty and Climo
Details/shoutouts: I got up to the condo Saturday night and it was POURING (after months of virtually no precip). Woke up Sunday to bluebird skies. Collegiate races Saturday and Sunday--met a couple of youngin' Lehigh Univ. bros who were racing. We also met up with a few SlapheadMofo team dudes and trail builders and got a special tour for the last run. We were on top of Locke mountain for sunset and I wanted to castrate myself for not bringing my camera. Unfortunately, not many bluebird photos (the limited photos from Sunday are on slides, and are not yet developed). Monday we woke up to fog and drizzle. I turn into a complete vag when faced with wet rocks and roots. Wet loam? = slipperyier (is that a word?) than hogsnot on a doorknob.
This was a new one for me... no hooks for the bikes on the chairs. I was a little sketched about loading and unloading. Trial by fire, but it worked out just fine. In fact, it's faster and better than having some liftie mashing your odd-shaped $4k bike onto a set of steel pegs on the back of the chair (no offense to lifties--I couldn't lift 45-lb bikes all day). Just gotta remember to keep the bike up so you don't rip your legs off during unloading...
Smitty and Climo on the smoothest 100 yards of singletrack on the mountain...
Climo, at the top, doin' a little camera look...
...riding the muck and gneiss.
Smitty, same section, pinning it with the old rig...
into the mud and fog.
Lots of little bedrock knobs/hips to pop
Climo takes to the woods...
Although Smitty psyched himself out thinking that he would eat shit because it's so wet, he pulls a wheelie on a bridge Wade Simmons style... He ate it farther down, but not too shabby nonetheless!
Deep, dank, thick, gnarly Maine woods with lotsa moss... 'Aiuh, just you wait til black fly season, bhub!'
Sketchy exit of upper Tombstone... onto and across work road/ski trail to lower Tombstone:
where Smitty drops in... (once again, pics never do these things justice--looking at this from the top makes my stomach turn--wondering what my body would look like and how they would get a helicopter in here to fly me out if my front wheel slipped off one of those rocks)
...but the slick rock has it's way with him. Luckily he bails off the bike before it goes over the edge.
Undaunted, he picks his bike up and rides off the other end of the rock... and eats shit again. But he keeps getting back up and riding faster. I've seen the kid throw monster 720's off the biggest jump in the park and eat shit hard, and he keeps going. Must be all the safety meetings he attends.![]()
They got a few pics of the elusive Natedogg...
Ghostriders: me and Smitty rippin a little through the forest... Not many pictures of me, because, well, I guess I have a little bit more sense of self preservation than these dudes. They both kill it.
Group/mud shot
I guess Smitty shit himself several times--not sure if it was from going so fast or going big off sketchy drops...
Fin... until I can get some of these New England fools (maggots) to photoslut for me...
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