My body is sore. It’s mostly a good feeling. It’s sore from a combination of over exerted muscles and a few bruises from a crash. All part of the game I guess, they always say that if you’re not crashing you’re not trying hard enough – I don’t really subscribe to that motto, but there is a little bit of truth to it.

Linked some lines together today on the sculpted sandstone and drift log beaches that left me with a happy grin and an certain kind of artistic satisfaction.

It’s the evening now and we’re nice and warm with full bellies in the little cabin; just finished an interview by the fire for the video project which should go online through Norco’s podcast site in a month or so.

We’ll be heading home in the morning as it sounds like the rain will start overnight. That’s all good. It’s been a great little riding retreat, and I felt that spark and love for riding trials that I needed after about a month off from riding. Getting my riding imagination going on natural terrain is some good therapy after a season of about 150 shows.