Savona to Williams Lake - Part 2

May 28, 2010

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A three-part photo story - by Margus Riga

With the loss of Chayse Marshall to an aggravated knee, and Al Crisp to Whistler, we only had Ross Measures on board for Williams Lake. Thankfully one call to the freeride gods, and viola, James Doerfling was joining us on our tour of Farwell Canyon and Williams Lake.

Take a tour of the visually stimulating kind inside,

Hello, welcome to Williams Lake...now throw the damn stick.

Red Shreds. A Williams Lake bike institution since before you were born.

Lumber. Another Williams Lake institution.

The 4x4'd truck. And yet another Williams Lake institution.

Farwell Canyon. Perhaps the most famous Williams Lake institution of all.

Doerfling, warming the place up.

With the flat light, we decided to play up some of the high speed singletrack that spurts from every nook and cranny of this place.

Killer loose cactus balls await your shins and tires around every corner you don't make.

Check the body position on Doerfling...that's the shape of speed.

This was the most boring corner I have ever seen...until this dude ripped it a new personality.

The exposure on either side of this trail wasn't so bad...until you ripped through it at speed. Then it was bad ass. The first time Ross Measures whaled into this section he almost went down to riders left of the picture.

This little right hander was the lead in to the exposed ridge section that almost took Ross from our roster.

After the ridge line, there was a down, leading to this right-hand popper, into like a thousand little cactus balls. Thanks for clearing the landing James.

With the cactuses picked out of James' ass, it was high speed mayhem once again. Paper rock scissors for who gets to rip this line first.

Ross picked rock, James picked scissors. Ross got to pick cactuses from his tires first.

This little corner was a lot of fun.

After some lunchtime pondering on what we wanted to hit, it was decided that we'd go check the infamous, deathly exposed ridge lines going down into the river.

Doerfling tests the waters under less than epic lighting.

Measures creeps in for a peek at what's below.

...and what's below is a big hike back up...unless you'd like to take the two hundred footer into the river. Better hope those brake lines are good.

Hey James, go stand there for one second. Thank you...now please rip a nice slash exactly right there.

Sweet. Thanks bro.

After much deliberating about the shit light. We decided to pack it in and head back to town...with no epic ridge descents into the evening sun in our bags. You win some, you lose some. We will be back.