We headed to Moab last week for the annual "boys trip". There is very little difference then any other Moab trips other then we also ride some of the 'harder' trails, eat a lot, stay up late and think less. It's a good time.
This year we had at least 35 vehicles, some carrying two people. That's a big group. A big slow moving group. We didn't cover as much ground but we had just as much fun. No one was hurt and we only had a few toy related casualties. It was a good year.
Garret might have a freakishly large head but I think at least some of it is the helmet.
140 showing us how it's done... again.
This is the floor of a mine we ran across in our travels.
This was also in the mine. I'm sure we were perfectly safe.
Bottle.
Cort is always so confused when he sees me.
Nate 210 was just taken out by this obstacle. poor lil' guy.
(Notice that one arm is wrapped around his head and the other is trying for the bike. Flexible lil' guy. Ain't he.)
210 is double checking his plan of attack with Matt and Cort.
210 showed this climb how it should be done.
I forget which modeling gig Matt is using this one for. I think it's for the beanie-wearing-truck-buying-riding-pants-wearing-beard-growers-of-America's annual calender. Mr. June himself.
This is brother mike. 210's brother that is.
This is what Matt and Cort look like waiting for 45 mins for people to put their riding gear on. A chest protector is not 45 mins complicated, I promise.
This little shrub made my eyes ache when I was editing it. Enjoy.
Moab looks so alien most of the time. If you go I would remind you to look around. it will be worth it.
