This morning was what we had been waiting for. It was the payoff for hanging out in a zone for a week. It was the light at the end of the tunnel. It was sunny and it was foggy, and it was on.View part 4 of 4 inside
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This was the Oregon we pictured in our minds. Mossy, mangled trees, greenery spurting out every nook and cranny, and a fog covering everything in a blanket of mystery.
Jeesus is my homeboy.
We were like a bunch of kids in a candy store. It was almost too much stimulation. Everywhere we looked, there was another epic shot, another hit, another piece of perfectly lit up trail.
To our complete and utter disbelief the fog was not burning off, like it usually does. And thankfully the riders found the perfect trail for shooting. There was a bit of everything on it. High speed DH sections, ladders, loam, and sick angles for shooting. I think the name of it was Granny's Kitchen.
Both Curtis and Alan race the DH circuit, and they were just loving the fact that we wanted them to go as fast as they could, following each other as close as they could.
Alan not even waiting until the dirt had settled to slash this berm.
Check out the death grip on Alan. No fingers on the brakes. That means there's only one thing on his mind: SPEED.
Holy shit. What a morning. Time to pound back some food, wash the bikes and get ready for the afternoon session.
With so many shots in the bag from the morning, I had no issues taking some behind the scenes shots of Ambrose working the cable cam. This ain't easy. It took almost three hours to set up this difficult cable shot, which will likely equate to about ten seconds of usable footage.
After the cable shot, we had time to session one more section. So it was right back to the top.
No Dakine tailgate jewelery for us.
Alan and Curtis were just killing this section. They came at me so fast, I had to pull the trigger and immediately throw myself off the trail every time they passed.
Last shot of the day.
Thanks for all the hard work boys. Both Curtis and Alan hiked about 4500ft on this day, to hit lines for our camera again and again. To put that into perspective, Brown mountain and the Black Rock trails are 1500ft high.
Reflecting and relaxing from an epic day.
The next morning consisted of a couple of helmet cam shots and some video filler to close up the story. This was the last riding shot of the trip, taken in the first light of the day.
Black Rock is one of those mystical places that shines all on its own. Riding here is like being in a bubble.
There's no-one else around but other riders, and nothing but bike trails, with no hint of the outside
world to interfere with the lone purpose of this place: killer riding.
And yes, there are skinnies here too.
With all the stories of crazy rednecks, the locals that ride here are truthfully the nicest, most helpful, bunch of stoked dudes anywhere. Thanks to all the locals we met for letting us taste the goodness.
Though Black Rock rocks, I wouldn't suggest straying far from the safe confines of Brown mountain, because from what we could tell, every single residence surrounding the area is of the "Homestead" status. That is it must have a beat up vehicle decomposing in the front yard, the yard shall have various pieces of busted furniture, industrial machinery and you name it strewed about in no particular order, and the dwelling shall be made of various pieces of wood, tin and stuff.
The town of Falls City in all it's heavenly glory.
"What, you want us to come inside for some tea...aaah, no thanks, I think we'll just be making our way back home."
This concludes part 4 of 4, we hope you enjoyed our trip. Check out BRMBA
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