Everything is epic these days, so I’ll let the you decide what level of epicness this experience was. Shot too long in the golden hour on unmapped, single, single track. Carried 12 pounds of camera gear, climbed 3,000 feet, and then descended without lights, riding by feel, welcoming the light pollution from Park City below as a sign civilization was near.
Sure seems like my initiation into sports photography with the Canon 1DXII is complete…. Even Marco Polo’d Nic Sims when I couldn’t see him anymore, and was worried I took a wrong turn.
My backup plan was to flag down a motorist on the highway, if I could make it to their taillights. Hoped the moose we saw wasn’t with newborns.
That’s the kind of opportunities that happen in Utah during PressCamp. You can gain new levels of epic.
If this ever happens to you, the proven technique is to follow the dull, grayish white line reflecting a few rays of light off the dirt in front of you. Then listen for the tires rubbing vegetation to stay on course.
It was like Tommy playing pinball—using senses I didn’t know I had.
Does that sound epic? Here’s the bike I rode.
It’s the GT Helion, their expert-class niner with a 100-mm travel front and rear. It didn’t let me down, in an extreme situation, and for a reasonable spec costs under $4K.…