Oh my goodness, it's a freakin' (b)log

After countless hours of computer technical difficulties followed by piercing headaches, eye spasms, and cries of insanity, the troublesome site aka www.blogspot.com was finally defeated and managed by none other than yours truly. How can blogging be so hard, you might ask? Well, besides trying to find and load a picture through a URL (I still don't even know what it stands for), finding the title option for my blogs, and clicking on some script that shut down my entire internet explorer, I think blogging is extremely user-friendly. Now, onto my main subject before blogspot decides to delete my account...

I've had the privilege to travel across Canada (literally) this summer. Stanley Park, Grandville Island, Niagara Falls, CN tower, La Ronde, Magnetic Hill, Hopewell caves and Peggy's Cove were among the attractions I visited. But one of the most traumatic yet exhilarating adventure experienced this summer was the mountain biking expedition in Northshore, BC. In June, my biking buddy and I decided to venture out to Mt. Seymour for some RECREATIONAL mountain biking. Although riding up the mountain expended most of my energy and left me looking a little funny lookin'...
...we managed to make it to the semi-summit in due time. Unfortunately we were faced with another challenge: getting lost. Sick of riding the boring uphill path, we ventured to the left and started looking for some downhill trails, only to find two extreme hardcore bikers wearing full gear. Compared to us in our recreational helmets, shorts and t-shirts, those people looked like armored knights with their full-faced helmets, shin/knee/elbow/ pads, and bikes that have shocks with at least 10X as much travel. We approached them as gracefully and as nonchalantly as we possibly could...

Sarah: My profound sense of direction has left us lost in these woods. Do you suppose our bikes and gear will allow us to safely travel down this trail we are about to enter?
Crazy Mountain Bikers: Perhaps, although your bikes are not built for this kind of extreme biking, it is possible to complete this trail. Cliffs and jumps are readily present, however you can go around them.

We took their word and started going down the trail, stopping only to read this giant sign posted at the entrance:

Blue and Black Diamonds, eh? Oh well, it can't be THAT bad...

...until we came across a 20-foot log suspended above the ground! The title of today’s blog and my audio profile clearly represents our sheer sense of shock and bewilderment. One false move, a tiny imperfection, or a marginal error can easily induce serious injuries. Luckily, after receiving a permanent scar on my right forearm from being lodged between the log and a tree, we both made it across and even had time to tape the whole thing.

Anyway, if riding down a 20 foot log wasn't enough, the trail became increasingly technical. Riding down large, wet slippery rocks, carrying our bikes while stumbling across a 2 by 4 through the middle of a swamp, and remodeling our legs with spiky twigs and rocks were just a few of the activities we had the opportunity to partake that day. Behold...the insanity!!!

Well,eventually we made it out safe and sound. What an exciting experience to start the summer off!