I'm worn down from a day long shred fest at Windrock. We had a big crew, 20 deep. My riding has reached new heights to include ez-up tents and lawn chairs with a half dozen coolers.
I lost count of how many runs I did, but I'm guessing I descended 15,000+ ft. The dirt was flowing good, and corners got shredded. I'm stoked on the tree drop off the "new/old windmill trail." I pressed send and dropped into smooth buttery flow, screaming hell yes, slapping high fives with Brian and Jeff who nailed it too. On a note of confusing names, I have decided to name the newest section of Windmill trail "Racoon Mountain" for the simple fact that it reminds me of the 'coon, but also it needed a name and it just made sense.