The rains finally came....

I got here on the 4th of july, it rained on the 5th of july and after that all we had was dry and sunny. The rains we had been praying for showed up and made the trails very good. Ride don't slide is in prime condition after huge amounts of work by smokey and his crew. Catch berms to rip through at the bottom of all the gnarly vertical shoots of rocks and roots make anyone feel like a pro... A rockslide on the sea to sky highway ensures that the mountain will be inhabited by locals and lucky visitors for the next day or so. Here is a view off my porch to the south, all the steps I negotiate with my bike everyday makes for a great perch to watch the whistler valley...

I finally made it!

I finished the hellish drive from atlanta to whistler on the fourth. I celebrated my independence by splitting the U.S. for the canadian west coast dh mecca. I got settled into my apartment, walked down the way to sushi and passed out. I stopped in denver to see scott and mally, I made scott take me to the skatepark so I could ride their big pool. It was amazingly slippery and impossible to carve with the wheels I had on my deck, I got some backside airs in and front-side grinds over the steps. I told scott the camera was too close to the coping...