It starts with a clip
Then follows by a push
Along the ridge
We traverse the face
Finding speed in
Little jumps for gravity
And then
When all seems to far and gone
When all boundaries have been crossed
The drop
Fresh powder filled turns
Eating up my presence
My full being enveloped in each turn
Swooping, whooping, and cruising
Until the trees are reached
Then, a galloping piece of radical history
Works it’s way through tight corners
Finding around blind trees
Little pockets of untouched glory
This never gets old
This will never end
This is the search that life is for
Tag: cruising
Cruising (day 50)
Cruising, with the wheels below my kicks
Feeling good, all relaxed like
Watching the beautiful smiles
Gather around for music in celebration
Today is Vancouver’s 125th birthday
Rolling on, two chaps riding longs
Lions Gate, a marvelous sight
The little city of weird huts
Inukshuk, with one single spotlight
And a pool? Who knew there was a pool
Cobblestone makes funny noises
With very tricky switchbacks
English Bay has funny faces
The goal, the view in sight
Means Science World is my beacon of hope
Slightly sweating, pushing hard
A seated biker, with a cute bell
Up and over, I leave the wall
I’m done for now, it’s been swell