I know I said that I'd have my race report up today but what can I say? I'm a pathological liar. How else do you think I was able to convince Marcy to marry me? It certainly wasn't my pasty white, two pubes per square inch chest...
So, instead of a real post I'll drop some photos on you from the race weekend.
B rode her first chair lift with me. She did much better than her Uncle Darren
who cried and clutched the lift the first time he went up.
B entertained herself during my race by catching critters. I'm almost 100%
sure she didn't try to eat this worm but I do know that she was drinking out of acorns.
Alby and I screwing around in the short track before he decided to actually race.
rockin the wood chip pile
and alby and I hitting the one single track section in the short track
Marcy snuck off for some single track while B and I rode the lift to the top.