I finally made it out to another local-ish mountain. Good times, although I
didn't ride that well really. I also definitely fell off a cliff.
didn't ride that well really. I also definitely fell off a cliff.
Daytona had this fun banked wall chute thing going on. Some genious repeatedly calls out 'on your left' to me, so I get way over to the right and he passes me on the right. :-\.
You can just barely see the cautionary rope that I duck under to get into the back country. Then I enjoy some awesome powder (ok, I fell in the awesome powder quite a bit) for a little while. Then I fall next to a smell orange sign that says "cliff".
You can just see as I slide past the sign the narrow opening that drops down a cliff... I go down that way. It's a 25-30' cliff. I clamber, slide, etc. for the first 15' or so and then drop the last 10-15'.
"I swear by my life and my love of it that I will never live my life for the sake of another person or ask another to live for the sake of mine." --Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged