The Season of long-days-and-4-moons-of-bad-skiing have
passed here in the True North. As we hunker down for the long
dark nights, we put away the bi... no, wait, lets go for a
night ride! We ride up Mt Fromme in the darkness, and soon
only the racoons, owls and spirits of the night are our
companions. We have the entire mountain to ourselves.
We start out on the trail of Kurtz, but we soon settle for
Krinkum Krankum, with brodiegrrl leading the way. The
horror... the horror ... the horror.
JimC flies down a ramp into the darkness with his signature
move, the "Plumber's Drop" (sorry Jim, low blow).
Brodiegrrl gets too close to the action, but gets a nice
shot in
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After getting more confident on the skinny stuff in the dry
and daylight, I find that the wet stuff in the dark is really
not much different or much harder
Alan floats through the cold, dark air of autumn
I cross the elevated ladder section near the bottom of the
Griffin
My transparent-lens Ryders were meant to protect my eyes
from difficult-to-see twigs and sticks in the darkness, but
they also make me look surprisingly evil. What an added bonus.
Most of the pictures I took came out really crappy and
these are mostly brodiegrrl's pictures. Nic pics,
Sharon!