Big mountain air that is, the kind you get going 2,000 feet downhill.
A break from the surf was needed and Winter Park was the answer. The tricks, jumps, flips, ramps, suicides, no-hands, out of control, in control, stunts, speed, and adrenaline were not something I could honestly relate to but I appreciated the heck out of those extreme mountain bikers. I found my own downhill trails, skipped the trestles to nowhere and the “jiggy-jiggy” banked turns, but managed a few lump-in-my-throat thrills. See Adventures North tab for more pix of Winter Park festivities and click the link for the big air shots from Crankworx.