That same day I drove through The Dalles I arrived in Hood River, bought my local trail map, found my campsite and found a bicycle themed coffee shop to get my internet fix. I didn't think I'd get much riding done until Jamie, the barrista (note the a, he is not a lawyer) asked me if I wanted to hit Post Canyon that evening. I was stoked, a local guide! Well, a local guide from South Africa, but that only means big game. And the game was big, the jumps were large and the fun was overflowing. I snapped this picture because Jamie was laughing about riding in flip flops (they call them slip slops in SA by the way). I didn't dare take the camera on the trail as it would have died in a crash. And crash I did. But I survived mostly thanks to the slippery conditions that allowed my elbow to slide across the dirt rather than dig in and get all skinned up. A super fun evening on the trails.

Sam always keeps her skateboard in her trunk, and I always try to use it. I'm not really that good. I was getting around pretty well today though, and I decided I'd try turning by lifting the board up a little, instead of just leaning. I am doing pretty well, and cars are starting to go by and look at me, but I don't give a flying fuck. Then when these "skater guys" drive by, the bopard happens to fly from under me and I completely eat shit. This results in them slowly driving by me, laughing, and saying something probably quite rude yet hilarious at the same time. Complete embarassment, and I got scrapes to prove it.