Techy Goodness

At one point I rode fast onto a green rock slab and realized too late that green means stop in rainforest, not go. Another lesson for the desert invader, green means not only beware but be very, very slippery. After we made it back down to Ned’s we decided to ride out to Bryson’s instead of back to the car. Another mistake. By that point in the evening it was getting very cold, and over the long trek back up through the slush from the bottom of Seymour to the other side of Fromme all our heat was given away to the damp night and my back decided that it was going to start rejecting all the punishment. We made it back in varying stages of hypothermia yet holding high spirits, and when we got back to the coffee shop after retrieving it was love once again. No hard feelings Mr. Bryson, all in the spirit of adventure.
Thursday the trio of myself, Jen and Bryson met up again for some Cypress laps and I was excited. So far in my North Shore adventures Cypress had offered up the steepest, gnarliest and most tech runs, and Mother Cypress was not keen to disappoint. I was also in for a surprise. The first run we hit Chery Bomb to Pilsener. They were right what I was looking for, serving up Cypress’ grittiest offerings. I was hot on Bryson’s tail and despite some trail diversions the wrong way around trees and scary blind root complications I remained in tact. Our fearless leader again had to pioneer some lines for me to understand how to they were possible to ride, but this time I was up to the challenge. I had a ton of fun and learned a lot by watching and pushing my limits. My body began to protest again, especially when we hit a lower trail with lots of NS style roll drops to short flattish landings. Further down I came off one a bit awkwardly, jarring my already stiff back, and it was the beginning of the end for me. For the second run we hit Mystery DH, and it was bloody good. The first half was like a sped up version of what we had been riding earlier in the morning and the bottom part was, dare I say, Kamloops-esque? The trail became super high speed with constantly flowing drifty turns, but by that point I had to take in the reigns as my seizing back decided enough was enough.
My trip was a ton of fun. I got to explore a bunch of new trails, dial in my riding, increase my confidence, learn a lot and get to see a ton of friends. I most likely won’t get to go back for a good while, but whenever that happens I am sure it will be good. All the best.
J