Saaff o' the border

There's this place not far from here where all the people are fat and carry guns. It's called America.

In our dirt desperation (an overwhelming desire to ride a bike on mother earth and not ice and snow) we took the drastic step of leaving the country. Actually it wasn't that bad. There were normal people, dogs and even children - and some weren't carrying firearms at all! There wasn't a single one of our group shot so maybe, just maybe the cliche isn't quite all true.....

Ice Ice baby

Miwllions of trails....

Apparent Americans think this is art - I'm not convinced

Galbraith is a forest on a hill about half an hour south of the border. I'd never been there before but Jon gave me the low down: "you leave the car park, ride uphill for six hours only to arrive back at the car park!" This didn't really put the place on my list of places to go but desperate times call for desperate measures and I found myself in late January in the line up to leave dear sweet Canada for the day.

As it turned out, it was pretty sweet. Excellent singletrack and some of it decidedly downhill. ....and we didn't escape completely from the snow either - up top there was a fair bit to play in but it didn't really detract from the enjoyment of mother earth :)

T'was a good day, few hours tearing up the dirt was brilliant after so long flailling around in the snow

The technical bit

I'll be back :)