Riding at 5 mile pass

Grandpa Brent and Grandma Julie have moved back to Utah. Of course we have to take advantage of some riding time with them. Sean showed Grandma the what for's of the kid's dune buggy: Uncle Tim and Caleb joined us too.My man child:West isn't happy unless he's flying up a hill. Preferably with a jump at the top.We checked out the mines... a couple that were covered, one that wasn't (Sean scared the bejeebers out of us a couple of times with the uncovered one! Boys! :))

Being as heights are NOT my thing, I was a little skittish around these. I really thought I could walk out over it though, I mean come on, it's covered with metal right? Wrong. I crept out barely at all, just enough to take a stinkin' picture, on all fours, panicked, and crawled back. This shot gives the illusion that I'm standing out over it with J, but really, J IS standing, where as I am squarely sitting safely on my arse with my foot stuck out to give said illusion.

See this hill? See West there at the bottom of it? No one. Not a single one of us (Of course not me! But not Uncle Tim or Caleb either) was attempting this hill. Except West. Oh my man child. Especially with a machine underneath him. Of course he made it. I expect nothing less from my ballsy man child.