Sometimes a trip comes together seemingly all on its’ own. With the right connection of friends, dogs, trucks and bikes, everything can magically coalesce into an epic drive-through weekend of riding and bonfires. Princess Leia is a fantastic companion in the woods, and ensured that no rodents (or anything small, furry and scurry) were to bother our loose camping style.

“You’re doing it wrong!”

Follow the leader.

If yer knot whittlin’, yer knot campin’

A temporary embassy was established to make the newcomers feel at home.

Open expanses of alpine vistas distract from the flowy singletrack and shiney dogs.

Leia is somewhere, hunting pikas.

Head down, pain cave dweller.

” smells like pika…”

Time to chase down the sprinter pack. Leia doesn’t have a problem while I struggle and grimace.

Riders in the distance.

Sunsets, beverages and bonfires in the sky.

And on the ground.

Waking up in the bush, Leia had no recollection of the past 12 hours. Of napping.