Tales from the Trails

...get the hell off his land and don’t come back. Eric told him we weren’t on his land and bugger off. He said he was coming back with a gun tomorrow and we had better not show up. Dave said, see you tomorrow. By midnight our trail had a name.

Everyone stopped, lined the trail and cheered Colin on as he made those fun swoopy middle turns on Bobsled. It was one of those moments that you carry with you forever and motivate you to get that extra lap or even just get out for a short one.

a bit later we were sitting in the Last Frontier having some nice local Snoqualmie Wild Cat IPA and famous Last Frontier fries, thinking how satisfying it is to share your creation and have people like those guys truly and totally stoked about It, and wondering what happened to them

He stopped, I stopped. We were both on a collision course at the turn on that trail if I had not caught that movement. There was nothing but 20 feet of ferns between us. I lifted my bike up in the air and starting yelling.

...the "swamp bridge ride" when along comes a guy who not only charged it but did a tail whip jump at the end. When I asked if he could do it, he said "I should, I built it." Which explains things. After seeing him do this, (the following is true) I rode the entire thing, yes I did, yes I did.

...That was when something in the bushes to my right stirred and started running. Tim and I always joked that you don't have to out run an animal, you just have to out run your friends. I never thought that a full sprint was going to be my reaction. I didn't even look...