Suddenly our story turned into a thriller. We said screw it to taking more photos and pretty much non-stopped it all the way down. For the first bit it was loamy, but gradually transformed into full on burl-gnar root and rock radness. I bet if you hiked up that trail you'd be gaping at all the boulder strewn madness going 'How the hell do we ride this?' Following Dre was definitely pushing it for me, considering I'd never ridden the trail before and was now chasing Mr. Trail Slayer down some of the most chunky trail-bed I'd ridden all season. However, I have often thought that the first time down a trail can be the best, when you have no notion of what lies ahead, no fear of some scary jump or steep part. You just let the trail take you where it wants and give in to the moment. I had a good few of those close calls when you enter something a bit sketchy and are carrying enough speed and it's steep enough that you just kind of have to 'let it run.' I've spent plenty of time riding behind some of the world's best and I was very impressed with how Dre shredded the crap out of that jumble of earth matter we were calling a route. I was totally elated by that ride. As Dre said, he wanted to show me his home trails and interpretation of what the 'Shore' is all about. And that experience made it pretty clear.