PUMPED
Words and photos: Simon McLaine
Flowing through the lush forest floor, the trail
becomes far less steep and suitably more
favourable to our bicycle’s brakes. Now pushing
over the front, we ride more aggressively to
maintain speed through the trail of soft, organic
matter. Brittany and I begin to leap frog, with both
of us enjoying the ride. Hooting and hollering,
we choose separate lines through the roots, and
bounce our way down through the wooded haven.
Following short breaks filled with giant smiles
and high fives, we find ourselves gradually
descending into signs of fresh trail work. Built up
turns where once flat and awkward corners used to
lie, we begin to note fresh borrow pits where men
have sourced golden clay.WEST OF COQUIHALLA
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