finding friends in a forest

what do you look for?

I was a half an hour early.

The boys were cutting a new downhill line. It’s name? Twenty seven. Those who know, know. From their description, it would likely end up pretty nutty, with big drops and gaps requiring a skill level just above my pay grade. They were using my dad’s brush cutter to get rid of an area overgrown with wild rhododendrons.

This is private land I’m talking about here. They’re kind of ‘trail squatting’. They’ve done this for years, cutting unsanctioned trails through under used land. The key is to find forests with hills. Big hills. We love elevation.

This happens all the time around these parts. Trail building that is. Sometimes municipalities are involved. Sometimes committees and trail associations are formed. And then there are my friends. They’re anarchistic and entrepreneurial. Committed to processes and bureaucracy? Not so much. All three of us subscribe to the sentiment that it’s easier to beg forgiveness than ask permission.

None of us are really paperwork …