Matt came out to California to escape the last of Utah winter, and caught the last of our “winter”. 75 degrees in the parking lot. Sun burned as hell. weird.
He is clearing that boulder, by the way.
If he could get that rear ski to stop flipping back, he would have pulled this first try, every try. To the pedals whip. Back to the drawing board.
This would be sweet.
Rams. There were like 20, but the camera died after this pic, and then I almost fell in the river. That would have sucked if I fell in, and Matt had no batteries.
