Sideways Days

It must have been a pleasant scene to view for anyone riding the hill that day. The dirt stained a slightly darker brown from the previous nights rain. Thin clouds passing over the sky, not so much as to block the sun but to allow everything a fine gold tint. Small pink flowers brushed the green hillside and three young men wore yellow boots. It was fall at Sun Peaks.



Beyond the orange flags and black signs urging riders to wear helmets and gauge there speed accordingly lie a particularly exciting addition to the adventures Sun Peaks has to offer. Freshly sculpted mounds of dirt shaped carefully to ensure a flowing succession of big airs. No brakes, no pedals. Just shredding. This area was designed as part of the ride down the mountain but we found ourselves stuck in this section for hours and hours , riding the jumps over and over. Rushing to get the shots as if we were addled enough in our thinking that we might forget whats important to us if we don’t show others.



Eventually the thin sky grew thicker until the sun could no longer stab its way through. The temperature dropped and the scene grew dark. We could smell the rain before it even began to bead up on our sleeves. As the rain began to pour we put the cameras away and worked our way to the bottom where we could find warm, dry clothes and hot chocolate to aid in regaining or warmth. It was one of those epic days where everything went right and anything that wasn’t right wasn’t real. One of those days that make you feel both content with recent events and excited for what might be around the next corner.